A Lot Of People Think

I Don't Think My Work Has To Be Loved By Everyone, And It's Loved By Enough People That I'm Grateful And Able To Keep Going.

Revolution Is A Phase, A Mood, Like Spring, And Just As Spring Has Its Buds And Showers, So Revolution Has Its Ebullience, Its Bravery, Its Hope, And Its Solidarity. Some Of These Things Pass.

We Are Moving Into A World Of Unaccountable And Secretive Corporations That Manage All Our Communications And Work Hand In Hand With Governments To Make Us Visible To Them. Our Privacy Is Being Strip-mined And Hoarded.

Memory, Even In The Rest Of Us, Is A Shifting, Fading, Partial Thing, A Net That Doesn't Catch All The Fish By Any Means And Sometimes Catches Butterflies That Don't Exist.

To Hope Is To Give Yourself To The Future - And That Commitment To The Future Is What Makes The Present Inhabitable.