He said that the better you got to know someone, the less you liked them. Animals were the opposite. Of course, you could never really know anyone. Each human being inhabited a vast chasm that could never be filled. The best you could manage was a few shovelfuls of dirt, ten miles away and ten miles down.

Things seem to be picking up at the shop.
Three jobs today.
Total billable hours: .75.
Thy will be done.

You’ve finally perfected your craft. The only interesting parts were the mistakes.

The flimsy self regard of aging professionals defending their worth in the marketplace.

In the future, kimchi will be the only currency.

Street photos of narcissists—like shooting fish in a barrel.

Did you have a reason for each of these esthetic choices, other than “just for the hell of it?”
Fuck no.

He was a man of peace. The killing was done elsewhere.

I don’t even look in the mirror—why would I take a selfie?

Sorry, can’t stop; I have to push this rock up this mountain.

You learn something new every day. And yet you never learn it.

The best advice I ever got, although for a time I didn’t take it that way. It wasn’t offered in kindness—just a curt STFU.

 In your selfie face I see only pain.

Your unabashed self-confidence leads me to question your intelligence.