Fully "biodegradable" Structures Are Nowadays

What Is Assumed To Be The Materialisation Of The Inner Truth Of The Self Is In Fact An Idealisation Of The Material - Objectified - Traces Of Consumer Choices.

Why Do I Write Books? Why Do I Think? Why Should I Be Passionate? Because Things Could Be Different, They Could Be Made Better.

With My Tongue In One Cheek Only, I'd Suggest That Were Our Palaeolithic Ancestors To Discover The Peer-review Dredger, We Would Be Still Sitting In Caves.

Like The Phoenix, Socialism Is Reborn From Every Pile Of Ashes Left Day In, Day Out, By Burnt-out Human Dreams And Charred Hopes.

In Our World Of Rampant Individualisation, Relationships Are Mixed Blessings. They Vacillate Between A Sweet Dream And A Nightmare, And There Is No Telling When One Turns Into The Other.