'That would be as silly as loving it,’ I said. 'It’s impossible for me to get emotional about it, because real estate doesn’t interest me. It’s no doubt a great flaw in my personality, but I can’t think in terms of boundaries. Those imaginary lines are as unreal to me as elves and pixies. I can’t believe that they mark the end or the beginning of anything of real concern to a human soul. Virtues and vices, pleasures and pains cross boundaries at will.’
But seriously, why would you do such a thing?
Make me fall in love and then just turn away?
You told me there was so much of me worth remembering.
You said we were all black and white with not a hint of grey
‘I wonder if my mother will be able to forgive me…I’d do anything to make her happy…but what would bring her true happiness?’ continued Campanella, looking as if he was fighting back tears.
'Is she that upset with you?’ Giovanni inquired, somewhat alarmed.
'I don’t know…but I think everyone is happiest after doing something truly good. So I think she will forgive me…’ Campanella’s eyes looked more resolute as he said this.’
Miyazawa Kenji, “Night on the Galactic Railroad”
Don’t worry, she’s there for you.
Don’t worry, she’ll make you feel good.
Don’t worry, she’s always going to care.
Don’t worry, she’ll wipe the tears away.
Mama is always going to be there; but beware, for if she hears you purging she’ll only say: please don’t do it in the guest’s bathroom, I don’t like it when it smells.
And now your rock crumbles under your feet, and maybe worrying wouldn’t be all that bad.