I Try. I Fail. I Try Again.

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

We Have Time To Grow Old. The Air Is Full Of Our Cries. But Habit Is A Great Deadener.

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.