[The unicorn] got up from time to time, even put on fishnet stockings on occasion, frolicked a few steps. Nothing. It took off the fishnet stockings again and sadly went to the hunter’s side and nuzzled him.

"How did you know he was a nobody if you didn't look at him, eh? Did you raise your eyes and look him in the face? Are you my wife or a whore?"

You left your quiet life for a home in the city.

Desire, nervousness and your power, in even your slightest look, I find it so addicting, harboring transformative impossibilities.Is this, I wonder, all that can really happen — wishing, dreaming? Consuming, I can't leave or lose it, not knowing, can't stop thinking…