Énouement The way things are now was not foreseen, but I can’t tell me that, back then.
Monachopsis If I were a piece in a puzzle, my puzzle was given away.
Opia So, the eye is the window to the soul? Why can’t my soul be hidden?
Sonder You who walk by me are as complicated as I as blessed and as cursed
Lachesism Oh, if my house burned down, if the tornado hit, how sweet it would be!