Complacency has become my biggest American dragon. I've been doing this printing thing for quite a little number of years now, and I'm getting half-assed about it, but I don't want to leave because I'm comfortable, more or less, except for the times when my soul aches. Pesky motherfucking inventions, those souls. Somehow, cigarettes are indispensible to a you are in Paris. And to a lesser extent, coffee. But conversation, somehow, indispensible to you are the turn of the century. Some other, more found, lost other generation. A bare light bulb swings. (2004)