Art Can Make Chaos Seductive.

Desire Is Wakeful; Satisfaction Dozes.

I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself. I Continue As Before.

To Be Thoroughly Modern, An Aphorism Should Trail Off Vaguely Rather Than Coming To A Point.

In The City, Nudity Means Something; In The Wild, It Just Exists.

Which Is The Supplement? Fantasy Or Daily Routine?