There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.

You can't help what you feel, but you can help how you behave

Short forms are returning online. Interactivity is coming back; it was always there in oral storytelling. Each form has its pluses and its minuses.

Without the light, no chance; without the dark, no dance.

I don't think it's a question of whether you eat meat. It's a question of what kind of meat, and where it comes from.

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.