The Modernist Writers Found Despair

Even In Writing An Annual Report, The Unconscious Plays A Role.

Belief Forages, Moving From Pasture To Pasture.

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

If A Problem Is Insoluble, It Is Necessity. Leave It Alone.

A Dense Undergrowth Of Extension Cords Sustains My Upper World Of Lights, Music, And Machines Of Comfort.