Wednesday, October 18, 2017

It was so hard to remember the words, the lyrics. Pieces of the melody were there, but not the song. Not the full tapestry of music, the feeling, the texture. The imperfections. The perfections. All that was left was fragments of a tune I could scarcely whistle. The rest would never be heard again.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Surrounded by individualists, I alone stood up for conformity.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Culture is like a forest. Some of our interests are tall trees with deep roots, some are weeds that spread quickly but die soon. We never know if a newly sprouting idea will only last a season or grow for thousands of years.

Monday, February 20, 2017

I'm with those who fight against my imaginary enemies!
In a world of automation, what purpose do the people serve? Their work deemed unnecessary, they contribute nothing.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

I disagree, but as I see that it’s important to your identity that you believe that, I won’t argue with you.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Go ahead with your idea, even if it's been done before. The current limits of our attention in the noise of the global economy mean that most people will never hear of most ideas. If you think your idea is unique, many others probably will too.