Leibniz mapped the principles concerning the conservation of energy, but nobody has yet scientifically diagrammed the conservation of emotion - have they? How is this subsumed pain vented? Is it released in my art? I hope so, but I also suspect that it's emitted in my sleep.

Seeing a photograph of myself is often pretty jarring. Why is it that the vision I see of myself in a photo is so different than the one I see in a mirror - not to mention the "self" that I see in my mind's eye? Pondering it can pretty easily cast me into a vortex of self-doubt, wondering how the me that people experience - my voice, my personality, my creative expression - is regarded without my knowledge.

I think that my parents' only regret is that they wasted so much money on my stupid prestigious university degree.

I'm not a huge fan of covers in general, but collaborations always make them more fun - they're sort of neutral territory.

I enjoy watching children interact with the world, the way they engage their environment without any filters, learned models, or cynicism.

My hair is my everything: my best friend, my mentor, my moral compass.

I've evolved enough that I've learned to not subject others to the fallout of my own unhappiness. I think that's a significant, hard-won behavioral leap that, sadly, a staggering percent of the population of folks I know haven't quite mastered.