Those who follow where their genitals lead them often wind up in tedious company.

Health foods make promises that only the Second Coming could fulfill.

If we think about the obvious long enough, it dissolves.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

I know God exits, but I don't know where.

The ninety percent of human experience that does not fit into established narrative patterns falls into oblivion.

The routines of tourism are even more monotonous than those of daily life.