Ο ανύπαντρος ζει σαν άνθρωπος και πεθαίνει σαν σκύλος. Ο παντρεμένος ζει σαν σκύλος και πεθαίνει σαν άνθρωπος... - Konstantinos P. Cavafy

I'm practically broke and homeless. This fatal city, Antioch, has devoured all my money: this fatal city with its extravagant life.

And if you can’t shape your life the way you want,
at least try as much as you can
not to degrade it
by too much contact with the world,
by too much activity and talk.

Try not to degrade it by dragging it along,
taking it around and exposing it so often
to the daily silliness
of social events and parties,
until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on.

I allowed no restraint. I gave in completely and left. / I ran toward pleasures that were half real and half spun by my own mind. / I ran in the radiant night / and drank down strong wines, the kind / that champions of pleasure drink.