What goes up must come down. But don't expect it to come down where you can find it.

I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.

My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.

I mean yes to act out something or take chances in the performance is one thing. But in terms of a camera, whatever's captured is captured so that's a little more daunting.

I try to be cynical, but it's so hard to keep up.

Even when I'm being funny, I'm deadly serious.

What goes up must come down. But don't expect it to come down where you can find it.