Human hunger birthed the Civlize, but human hunger killed it too.
Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.
Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.
I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
Music’s a wood you walk through.
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.