Herein is the truth of the human world; in all of its glory, in all of its shame. This is how I see the creature in the past, the present, and the future to come.
Also, whatever else I write and think is neat. Please prove me wrong and tell me that everything I make is terrible and that I should feel bad.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Each one of our minds is a citadel of meaning, suspended against oblivion.