All train cars smell vaguely of shit
To become befuddled by a middle class morality. Great meals fade in reflection, everything else gains. The great fucks are remembered not for the orgasm but the little things, like a look in the eyes. Our life is looking forward to always looking back. What is it we are so afraid of? Fear. We worry. Why? You don't buy it, you rent it, you dont keep anything. One can't hold on to things, they loose themselves. We try to stave off insecurities, you can't do it. Everything is an opportunity people, art, stocks, land all built to indulge, to learn opportunity opportunity opportunity. How generous we are, you by em a pack of gum and show em how to chew it. You keep looking forward because you can't look back because you don't know your history. Tis not a world of men, tis a world of clockwatchers and bureaucrats.