An ad that pretends to be art is – at absolute best – like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you.
We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy's impossible.
You get to decide what to worship.
CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness.
How totally banal of you to ask what I really mean.
The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.