To err is human, so to trust is apparently a waste of time.
The Webster Hall men’s room as a physical manifestation of ethical self-consciousness (obsolete since the invention of the video camera).
To err is human, so to trust is apparently a waste of time.
The Webster Hall men’s room as a physical manifestation of ethical self-consciousness (obsolete since the invention of the video camera).
Good advice comes in unexpected places.
During a recent bout of writer’s block, I was hustling to grab some coffee and get back to the piano when this caught my eye. It made me remember that I once had to wear the corporate noose every day… So I chilled the hell out, enjoyed my coffee, took a long route back, and ended up finishing the song. Thanks to whoever donated their tie to inadvertently help me finish a new tune.
America, fuck yeah.
“In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
If you really need something you’ve lost, it’ll come back to you one way or another.
Unfortunately many of my lyrical ideas begin in the shower; perhaps some cosmic signals got crossed in bringing me back my notebook. Didn’t really need to wash that one…