I Suspect Most Of Life Takes Place

Human Beings Being What They Are, Order Spreads, Given Half A Chance, Almost As Fast As Confusion.

The Pleasures Of Love Are Really Quite Wonderful--though I Suspect They Are Rather A Luxury And Require A Certain Level Of Socioeconomic Stability To Be Anything Other Than A Mode Of Suffering.

A Number Of Things In Dhalgren Are Just Meant To Function As Mysteries. They're Mysteries When The Book Begins, And They're Mysteries When The Book Ends.

But I Realized Something. About Art. And Psychiatry. They're Both Self-perpetuating Systems. Like Religion. All Three Of Them Promise You A Sense Of Inner Worth And Meaning, And Spend A Lot Of Time Telling You About The Suffering You Have To Go Through To Achieve It.

Apocalypse Has Come And Gone. We're Just Grubbing In The Ashes.