Of all the things that awaken me from my inner world of abstractions and reverie to the raw outer world of sense and sensation, few do so with such startling force and clarity as does laughter in a pretty girl's eyes.

sometimes, in the intimate company of dearly loved ones, out of habit i disassociate myself and look upon the scene as one peering in from a window. At such moments, proximity, not distance, is the measure of isolation