The work of art of the future will be the construction of a passionate life.
The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry.
It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives.
Work is the opposite of creativity.
Daydreaming subverts the world.
Hope is the leash of submission.