I don't want to wear my compositional tools on my sleeve.

Three days in a city now and I'm quite flipped. There's too much noise. I just can't do with it.

We get more dangerous as we accumulate knowledge, and that's both a sadness and something to control, try to learn to live with, make terms with.

The poor tread lightest on the earth. The higher our income, the more resources we control and the more havoc we wreak.