The Mark Of A True Crush... Is

Letters Are Expectation Packaged In An Envelope.

The Metabolism Of A Consumer Society Requires It Continually To Eat And Excrete, Every Day Throwing Itself Away In Plastic Bags.

This Is What Holidays, Travels, Vacations Are About. It Is Not Really Rest Or Even Leisure We Chase. We Strain To Renew Our Capacity For Wonder To Shock Ourselves Into Astonishment Once Again.

Between The Two Poles Of Whole-truth And Half-truth Is Slung The Chancy Hammock In Which We All Rock.

Hair Brings One’s Self-image Into Focus; It Is Vanity’s Proving Ground. Hair Is Terribly Personal, A Tangle Of Mysterious Prejudices