Life is like a dry handjob. Just when it starts getting good, it’s already over.
Art does what reality cannot.
We are flawed creatures with explosive feelings that subconsciously aspire to be non-violent sociopaths.
Halls are full of strangers, even when you recognize the faces.
We are a generation that is obsessed with nostalgia. Everything from the past is so readily available in ways that it never was before and because of that, western civilization will experience a period of arrested growth. The future holds fifty-year-...
I observe life more than I live it.
Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there.
