On the balcony

Chillin at GoMA

At Marg's

Hot strings

Tin pot mushroom cloud

We are born into these times, these banal, promiscuous times.

It was beautiful. One monumental palace of consumerism after another.

The oil will run out, the water will run out, and the money will run out.

New beginnings, from bad seeds and good.

What would happen if all that time money and energy we waste got put to a positive purpose? What extraordinary things might happen?

And ho ho ho as Tiger would say.

What are you thinking when you decide to go running naked into the streets and throw yourself in front of the oncoming traffic? Why would you even consider doing such a thing?

How much of life today is pure illusion? And how much effort do you suppose goes into pedaling illusions? And are we becoming more illusory or less do you suppose as our society evolves?

Beauty is by nature fleeting and caught by chance.

None of the external props can help if there is something wrong internally.