He was what we called a “heel-stepper.” Every response started with “yes, but no.”

Should: a stupid word for stupid people.

Stepping out after a dreadful night, you feel the air on your skin and it all rolls over you again: the majesty of life on earth.

The more complex the organism the more objectionable its putrefaction.

Not really a grid, but grid-signifying ornamentation.

Exquisite language that only calls attention to itself.

Later he would remember this as his Year of Watching Tennis. He didn’t particularly like or understand tennis. He found it boring. But little by little, hearing the ball bounce back and forth, he felt his mind putting itself back together.

The collection exclusively featured images of mayhem and disaster.

Messages on walls or mirrors, invariably perceived as more urgent than those typed on a computer.

With age he bore an increasing air of anger and resentment, as if unconsciously expressing the collective protest of dying cells.

There’s a term for designers using their practices to address critical societal issues: delusions of grandeur.

February in the city, when nobody gives a fuck anymore.