The Past

If you can’t laugh without feeling superior, you can’t laugh correctly.



If you begin to feel that even just everyday life is lacking a paradigm, you may be onto something.



The past is a horrible place to be.



If mere “happiness” is the aim, then where is the weapon, and who has the ammo?



If you entertain any dreams regarding what the future may say about you, you might as well go on back the City, they’re probably ready to name a street or sewer after you.