Home May Be Where The Heart Is

It Is Possible, However, That The Artist Is Both Thin-skinned And Prophetic And, Like The Canary Lowered Into The Mine Shaft To Test The Air, Has Caught A Whiff Of Something Lethal.

Nothing Remains But Desire, And Desire Comes Howling Down Elysian Fields Like A Mistral.

Have You Noticed That Only In Time Of Illness Or Disaster Or Death Are People Real?

Classes? Categories? Was That What We Had Come To?

A Good Title Should Be Like A Good Metaphor. It Should Intrigue Without Being Too Baffling Or Too Obvious.