I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You
I was raised in a small town. It was so small that our school taught driver's education and sex education in the same car.
Evidence of innocence is irrelevant!
The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.
When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.
Nature tells every secret once.
Ours has been called a culture of narcissism. The label is apt but can be misleading. It reads colloquially as selfishness and self-absorption. But these images do not capture the anxiety behind our search for mirrors. We are insecure in our understanding of ourselves, and this insecurity breeds a new preoccupation with the question of who we are. We search for ways to see ourselves. The computer is a new mirror, the first psychological machine. Beyond its nature as an analytical engine lies its second nature as an evocative object.