New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
Insecurity is not just a state of mind.
Sometimes the only way to become grounded is to hit bottom.
Fears and lies intensify consciousness.
As a youth, I sought out decadence; as an elder, I try to avoid decay.