If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against

I Didn't Really Get London Until I Read Dickens. Then I Was Charmed To Death By It.

When I'm In A City That's Just Clean, Concrete Lines, I Get Really Short Of Breath And Confused. It's Much More Interesting To Me When Nature Is Creeping Back And Tearing The Mortar Apart Between The Bricks.

I Find It Pretty Fascinating How Humans Keep Gravitating Towards These Giant Centers. I Went To This Walled Medieval Village In France This Year, And It Was Truly The Most Crazy, Beautiful, Bizarre Place I've Ever Been.

There's Something About Live Recordings Now That's Too Hi-fi.

I Like Being Swept Up In Weather And Observing It As Something Beautiful And Giant. It Makes You Feel So Minute. The Only Thing As Big As That Are Your Thoughts About It, Which Can Expand Exponentially While Your Physical Self Is Just Trapped. It's A Pretty Awesome Feeling, In The Original Sense Of The Word.