Most Reputations Are Not Ruined But Forgotten.

Thought Maps Existence; Fantasy Colors It.

If Your Nose Is Up In The Air, You Cannot See Where You Are Going.

Nostalgia Keeps Dissolving The Ironic Narratives In Which I Have Contained My Past.

I Have Tried Being Surreal, But My Frogs Hop Right Back Into Their Realistic Ponds.

Work At First Rescues Us, Then Ravages Us.