When Nobody Will Look At You, You

That Quest For Something Pretty. A Cheat. A Cliche. Flowers And Christmas Lights, It's What We're Programmed To Love.

All Major Publishing Houses Have These Big Fat Biographies Sitting There, Waiting For People To Die. All You Have To Do Is Slap On The End And Put In On The Market. It's That Kind Of Commoditization And Completion Of Your Life Before You Die - And This Kind Of Imposition Of A Public Idea Of Self That Replaces The Actual Living Self - That I Find So Frightening.

There Was No Real Sense Of Life Because She Had Nothing To Contrast It With.

There's Worse That People Can Steal From You Than Money.

I Disconnect The Telephone To Keep The Outside World In It's Correct Place.