Everything about life makes me lonely.

There is something mighty suspicious about declaring an emergency for something that has yet to show itself to be a grand pandemic.

Now the expectation is that, once the public decides that the artist is gentrified, the public demands that the artist stop growing. And [the public] actually puts all their energy into reasserting or re-establishing what the artist has long ago left behind. Because that's what they want. The source of creativity, the gift that's been given, be damned.

I think it would be very interesting to see that many people would probably be okay with paying more for services and goods that they felt were more holistically [generated]. Which means the death of the old system which rewarded people for taking advantage of one another.

I've had a lot of things rendered as not being effective or as some indication of my lack of sanity, only to be praised ten, fifteen, twenty years later for what I did once in this overt consciousness.

My view of the world is always tempered by the fact that there are people who are less fortunate than I am.

Soon you won't even have the choice to live or die as you wish!