Sensitivity and money are like parallel lines. They don't meet.

Parallel lines meet at infinity. Looking back from said point, do parallel lines ever not meet?

A line has no parallel because it is itself the parallel.

It would be comparable if we could ever pull this thing off, it would be a lot of parallel lines to what they have done.

I feel like all of my characters now take this congested situation, they clash, and from there you purge yourself.

The woman's perspective is like the dark side of the moon: it always exists, but it is never exposed, at least not in my culture.