I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing.
Anytime my work can coax bodily fluids out of someone, I'm happy.
I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.
Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.