What if God is the world stripped of advertising?

Everything proceeded from an assumption of insufficiency.

Another day, another pithy aphorism.

All music will eventually be drumming.

Business exigencies gradually transform the physical environment into an implausible pastiche.

If one more subscription card falls out of this magazine, I’m going fucking ballistic.

Think about the meaning of any words long enough, and you will lose your mind.

A grey, windy, wet morning—beautiful and alive in a way a more perfect one could never be.

Visualize your safe place.
I can’t think of one.

You think you know, and maybe you do. But I know that I don’t.