The Only Thing Worse Than

History That Repeats Itself Turns To Farce. Farce That Repeats Itself Turns To History.

Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

The Desert Is No Longer A Landscape, It Is A Pure Form Produced By The Abstraction Of All Others.

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High. When You Think Of All The Effort You Have To Put In -telephonic, Technological And Relational -to Alter Even The Slightest Bit Of Behavior In This Strange World We Call Social Life, You Are Left Pining For The Straightforwardness Of Primitive Peoples And Their Physical Work.

When The Real Is No Longer What It Used To Be, Nostalgia Assumes Its Full Meaning.