Elegance Thrives On Exclusion.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.

Sometimes The Only Way To Become Grounded Is To Hit Bottom.

Many Who Take Up Burdens Come To Resent Being Put Upon.

Every Seeming Equality Conceals A Hierarchy.

I Feel Disappointed, But I Don't Remember Just What I Expected.