Here are some passing thoughts. Imagine looking up at the moon and seeing it burning. Imagine seeing the grocery store’s checkout girl grow horns. Imagine growing younger instead of older. Imagine feeling more powerful and more capable of falling in love with life every new day instead of being scared and sick and not knowing whether to stay under a sheet or venture forth into the cold.

Society indeed conspires to keep you ball and chained.

Once you establish a look, and once everybody recognizes that look as your look, you never have to think about fashion again.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

It's starts out young- you try not be different just to survive- you try to be just like everyone else- anonymity becomes reflexive- and then one day you wake up and you've become all those other people- the others- the something you aren't. And you wonder if you can ever be what it is you really are. Or you wonder if it's too late to find out.

The past is a finite resource.

How can I be a part of the 1960s generation when I don't even remember any of it?