Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.
The worship of Mammon may be vulgar or immoral, but it persists while other religions falter and disappear.
If you are going to break a Law of Art, make the crime interesting.
The present necessarily betrays the past.
A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.