I'm Learning To Hate The Sound Of

The Arts And A Belief In The Values Of The Civil Rights Movement, In The Overwhelming Virtue Of Diversity, These Were Our Religion. My Parents Worshipped Those Ideals.

Artists Freeze Themselves Into These Weird Postures That Are Meant To Be Impressive And Involving, Then They Fling Them Out Into The World Like Polaroids, And Then They Move On. And I'm Stuck In This Intense Relationship To The Polaroid.

Consensual Reality Is Both Fragile And Elastic, And It Heals Like The Skin Of A Bubble.

I Plan Less And Less. It's A Great Benefit Of Writing Lots, That You Get Good At Holding Long Narratives In Your Head Like A Virtual Space.

It's Impossible To Overstate How My Relationship To Music Forms A Preserve For The Esoteric Or Even Spiritual Aspect Of My Relationship To Cultural Stuff, To Human Expressivity... It's A Safe Enclosure.