To end an essay with a quote, as a sign of humility.
W.A.S.T.E.
I just realized that the layout of this site completely sucks if viewed in the Internet Explorer on Windows. How on earth is it still possible to ignore the beautiful and eye-soothing effects of anti-aliasing?
Oh, and by the way: use Firefox.
I think I have a little crush on that lady from Glass Candy and the Shattered Theatre
so picture yourself at the white horse
picture yourself among the beautiful
and picture yourself alive
Erase Errata
What the hell am I
doing drinking in [name of city]
at twenty-six?
sums it up pretty well.
But… but… I’m an intellectual too, n’est-ce pas?
How characterless they looked: Shuley without his deep unbuttoned collar, Ennis without his scarlet belt with the snaky clasp, and Conolly without his Norfolk coat with the flapless sidepockets! It was a pain to see them, and a swordlike pain to see the signs of adolescence that made repellent their pitiable nakedness. Perhaps they had taken refuge in number and noise from the secret dread in their souls. But he, apart from them and in silence, remembered in what dread he stood of the mystery of his own body.
Click, went Teflon’s Leica.