This found bit of scrap metal is better than this tossed-off sketch, which is better than this elaborate story.

These are the facts. These are the trees. You are the wind.

1) artworks you have ruined with personal associations:

He had developed a theory of literature based on cockney rhyming slang. His final work was entitled “Gertrude,” but the book contained no person or thing of that name.

Change is coming, more than your tiny brain can imagine. My one satisfaction is knowing it will take you by surprise.

She held up her hand and said, no photos. I don’t want to remember anything about this.

Each sleepless night between the hours of 2 and 5 you traverse a vast region where your failings are laid bare under the moon’s implacable light.

When someone says, ‘People either love me or they hate me,’ it’s usually the latter.