I had a little bit of resistance to the idea of taking energy away from my work, and the baby comes along and, lo and behold, that's exactly what happens.
Take away our play stations and we are a third world nation.
We negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction.
The world owes us nothing; we owe each other the world.
I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.
While out in TV Nation, under darkening skies, the resistance is just waiting to be organized.