There’s so much ‘expression’ today you can’t hear the real problems. Maybe we switch tasks. To trust our current exhibitions can do their job. It is worth a try. A generation sacrificing their pride to save the future. Granted, our art is needed and could reveal our faults, but do evil men watch movies? Something soon must die. To trust the future will take care of itself is to deny an obvious and necessary revolution.

To rest after work, he streamed a movie. In the morning, he watched the news. On his way to work, songs boomed in his headphones to energize himself. During his breaks, he read the paper so he could talk about the paper. Why was it always someone else’s thoughts in his head?

The Environmental Protection Agency, Department of Transportation, and other bureaus reserve that a budget for a human life is worth anywhere from 4-10 million dollars. Like a sports car. Like a construction site. Or an airplane. As if the mysterious gift of consciousness could fit in the box of a W-2 form. To them, we are 4 inches of digital ink on a computer screen. Money: if we can’t get rid of it, we can at least admit it doesn’t deserve us.

There are two types of people. The first are people who think there are two types of people. The second are those who’ve accepted that everyone is tragically, and gloriously, different.

Withhold your trust from the critics, the scholars, the writers, the award-winners, the showrunners, because they will write about crime and decorate their art with crime, and it will bring you to tears, but identification of a burning building does not extinguish a fire. Knowing what is right doesn’t make us right. It makes us responsible.

If no one says the obvious, we’ll never know where we are.

So read in the dark. Live in the space between the wine and the cork.Live without rhyme, like a vortex, free of them, go wild for any sort.Live like a secret, dance despised, share your mad, let the water soak you,But most: live your true wish and don't let man's template choke you.

It's weird how we behave how we look like, a sign they stole you.

Our teachers forgot to mention that by throwing our tassels in the air, we throw every shit anyone can ever give about us. The world says it cares, but it goes ahead and does something different. I wish we weren’t cared for later than we’re supposed to be cared for. It's like: 'You graduated college. There’s no way you have any trace of still being a scared child. Oh, you fucked up? Here’s a jail cell.