Malevolence Is Shameful But Satisfying.

After A Moment Of Shrinking Back, We Domesticate The Grotesque.

Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.

Travelling Carries Me To The Surface, Away From The Deeps Of Home-thoughts.

Fortuna Likes To Find A Crowd And Follow It.

I Am Interested In A Hundred Things, But Only Slightly.