A Little Touch Of Chaos And Danger

When Things Get So Absurd And So Stupid And So Ridiculous That You Just Can't Bear It, You Cannot Help But Turn Everything Into A Joke.

I Couldn't Take Pictures Of Green Rolling Hills.

Crime Is A Job. Sex Is A Job. Growing Up Is A Job. School Is A Job. Going To Parties Is A Job. Religion Is A Job. Being Creative Is A Job

I Don't Think I Have Grand Visions That I Will Never Achieve.

Maybe This Is All A Bit Of A Myth, A Willful Desire To Give Each Place Its Own Unique Aura. But Doesn't Any Collective Belief Eventually Become A Kind Of Truth? If Enough People Act As If Something Is True, Isn't It Indeed "true," Not Objectively, But In The Sense That It Will Determine How They Will Behave? The Myth Of Unique Urban Character And Unique Sensibilities In Different Cities Exists Because We Want It To Exist.