There Are Aphorisms That, Like Airplanes, Stay

We Are Most Artistically Caged.

The Future Is But The Obsolete In Reverse.

Some People—and I Am One Of Them—hate Happy Ends. We Feel Cheated. Harm Is The Norm. Doom Should Not Jam. The Avalanche Stopping In Its Tracks A Few Feet Above The Cowering Village Behaves Not Only Unnaturally But Unethically.

Our Best Yesterdays Are Now Foul Piles Of Crumpled Names.

Let All Of Life Be An Unfettered Howl.