The Simple Life Is Not A Simple

When You Can't Figure Out What To Do, It's Time For A Nap.

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.

When My Expectations Are Exactly Fulfilled, I Feel That Something Uncanny Has Happened.

My Noisy Denunciation Trails Off In Doubt.

Compassion Brings Us To A Stop, And For A Moment We Rise Above Ourselves.