Murphy's Law, That Brash Proletarian Restatement Of

Time Is Never Wasted If You Remember To Bring Along Something To Read.

Shall I Project A World?

There Is No Real Direction Here, Neither Lines Of Power Nor Cooperation. Decisions Are Never Really Made – At Best They Manage To Emerge, From A Chaos Of Peeves, Whims, Hallucinations And All Around Assholery.

All Investigations Of Time, However Sophisticated Or Abstract, Have At Their True Base The Human Fear Of Mortality.

Ills Are Many, Blessings Few, But Dreams Tonight Will Shelter You.