This generation, on top of completely living up to the ‘entitled’ label it’s best known for, also apparently thinks it invented the art of bullshitting, or at least can bring it to dazzling new heights.

More steps, great steps.

Mescaline is good. Mescaline is progress.

Letters form words, lines lengthen, paragraphs grow.

Haruka would be happy if the world had no sand whatsoever. All of it should be gathered up today to make glass for cool devices for the rest of time; that would be the best use for it. Sand on its own is crude and stupid.