The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘Oh how banal.’

To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood's limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress-this will happen, mark me. Childhood's end.

Do not underestimate objects.

Pleasure becomes a value, a teleological end in itself. It's probably more Western than U.S. per se.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?

The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still "are" human beings, now. Or can be.

I have filled 3 Mead notebooks trying to figure out whether it was Them or Just Me.