Another word for conceptual: simplistic.

With age you become invisible to increasing portions of the population; in compensation, you begin to see them more clearly.

Even the simplest form possesses sufficient esthetic complexity for a lifetime of contemplation.

A tiny miscalculation, compounded daily.

Imaginative acts were denounced as vectors of postcolonial oppression.

“a large but uncertain quantity of discrete, mostly undated texts left in no sequential order, such that every published edition is necessarily untrue to the nonexistent ‘original.’”

The older couple at the next table, whose lingering self regard stems from the memory that they were considered beautiful three or four decades ago.

He didn’t want to be that guy who didn’t want to be that guy.

The words in this posting can not express how great this opportunity is.

Which is less unthinkable—the idea of returning to the beginning, and having to live through it all once more, or being at the end, and never doing it again?

Whether nothing matters, or everything matters, it matters.

To feel the beauty in all of existence, but not in oneself.

Some forgot to wash. Some forgot to eat. Some gazed absently as they drank milk from the bottom of a cereal bowl.

She said, if you could kindly refrain from dropping objects where and when they cease to be of interest, it would greatly improve the lives of those around you.

We miss you terribly, without the comfort of knowing our love and respect was reciprocated.

Increasingly, he’d been thinking about simplifying his life.
Increasingly, he’d been thinking about drinking.