The tiny space, the toilet, two hundred strangers just a few inches away, it's so exciting, the lack of room to maneuver, it helps if you're double-jointed. Use your imagination. Some creativity and a few simple stretching exercises and you can be knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. You'll be amazed how time flies.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

I take a lot of flak from the counter-establishment for selling out.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.