This Machine is Obsolete
Only death does not lie. The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life
The Blind Owl, Sadegh Hedayat

How do I stop getting older?

And how do I stop feeling so lonely?


William S. Burroughs



Seizure of indigenous land, 1776-1887

Never forget.


Jean-Michel Basquiat: Downtown 81

I am cold and self-involved.
Keaton Henson, Small Hands.