They Learned To Hate Her Unknowability, Her

I Love Sushi, I Love Fried Chicken, I Love Steak. But There Is A Limit To My Love.

Everything Else Happened - Why Not The Things That Could Have?

When We Eat Factory-farmed Meat We Live, Literally, On Tortured Flesh. Increasingly, That Tortured Flesh Is Becoming Our Own.

Songs Are As Sad As The Listener.

...the Meaning Of My Thoughts Started To Float Away From Me, Like Leaves That Fall From A Tree Into A River, I Was The Tree, The World Was The River.