Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

There's this belief that some things can be taken seriously in an intellectual way, while some things are only entertainment or only a commodity. Or there's some kind of critical consensus that some things are "good," and some things are garbage, throwaway culture. And I think the difference between them, in a lot of ways, is actually much less than people think. Especially when you get down to how they affect the audience.

If you can't swim, the idea of being in nine feet of water is terrifying, much less the ocean.

I tend to equate sadness with intelligence.

It's peculiar what you remember when you're not trying.

It seems as though our ability to change technology happens so quickly, and our ability to evolve as creatures is still very slow.

If you stare long enough at anything, you will start to find similarities. The word “coincidence” exists in order to stop people from seeing meaning where none exists.