What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?
We have truth in order not to die of art.
What’s life in this nation? Collect emptiness in a household of cornflakes. Transient fuel gobbles attention, the television aches, the truth walks. Scheme worms welcome your corpse, trap clicks and you’re in heaven, bored rigid
Let us forget the past - this is the only way to be genuinely surprised.
Originality irritates so obscurely that people may have to evolve to scratch it.
The optimist sees the future as a rabbit sees the oncoming truck - getting bigger, not closer.