All Paths Lead Nowhere; Choose One With

I Definitely Care About How The Concept Of New York Punk Was Constructed, And Why It Mattered. But I Wasn't Gonna Do That. Partly Because I'm Not A Great Journalist...

Someday I Would Change My Name To Shut Up And Save Everybody A Lot Of Time.

Fantastic Writing In English Is Kind Of Disreputable, But Fantastic Writing In Translation Is The Summit.

How Often Had That Hydrant Even Been Opened? Did You Jet Water Through A Car Window, What, Twice At Best? Summer Burned Just A Few Afternoons Long, In The End. As For Flying, Dose Never Even Glanced At The Sky. Flying Was A Summer Within A Summer, A Whim. So Why Think Of It At All?

Consensual Reality Is Both Fragile And Elastic, And It Heals Like The Skin Of A Bubble.