I never know quite what I’m doing. I build and code and build and paint and draw and code and etc. etc. etc. until something coalesces.

I don’t believe in a singular work or statement.

With enough scripts you’ve made a program.

Facebook can go to hell.

Mild rant about the nature of the Diabetic Testing Strip market

Mass production is the name of the game but not in any real productive sense. We want the ethereal. We want phantom likes and retweets. Comments, buzz, disruption and all of its trappings.

We want new.

We want something other than this.

Give us your images and content and make it fresh and fulfilling.

Give us a pat on the back for having a nice meal.

It’s terrifying to think about how precarious life can be. In my attempts to write about it I always end up with nothing more than a few sentences that are quickly backspaced away.

What’s to be said that hasn’t already been said?

Who is there to convince that hasn’t already been convinced?

There’s no changing minds or hearts. We’re all alone in our tragedies.