The bright side

I’ve been trying to discover why I feel so sour about this, and I suspect it’s because I don’t want to go to work.

Love Affair Exposed!

Indulge me while I rave about some extraordinary music that I am crazy about, and the story of how I met the man who makes it.

The Panopticon states to its inmates: you are inferior to us and we have the right to observe and judge you in every aspect of your time here.

I throw my hands in the air. I would have no resistance whatsoever. Take me, art. Take me and use me, I am yours.