No One Should Die When They're 50.

One Of The Odd Enjoyments In Life Is To Be Alone In A Room Full Of People. To Have Them There As Unknowing Human Filler In Your Wide Shot.

I Am Afforded A Bit Of Easy Wonderment In Relative Comfort As To How Humans Have Lasted So Long. Climate- And Geography-wise, The Planet Seems To Have Little Use For Us.

I Take The Work Seriously, Just Not Myself In It.

August Brings Into Sharp Focus And A Furious Boil Everything I've Been Listening To In The Late Spring And Summer.

I Don't Really Write For Fun; It's Not An Enjoyable Experience. For Me, Art, Or Whatever The Hell It Is I Do, Has Always Been A Refuge From That Which Makes Me Want To Tear My Lungs Out. That's Why I Play Like I Play; I'm Not Into Entertainment.