Status Updates From Sabbath's Theatre

100 pages to go. Need to finish this before the AF tomorrow — or, rather, later today, because it’s 01h14.

“There is no stupidity that fails to interest me.”

“The mind is the perpetual motion machine. You’re not ever free of anything. Your mind’s in the hands of everything.”

“I love how you expose your mind when you talk.”

“Botanically beguiling, delicately done… but you ain’t foolin’ anyone.”

“He'd paid the full price for art, only he hadn't made any. He'd suffered all the old-fashioned artistic sufferings—isolation, poverty, despair, mental and physical obstruction-and nobody knew or cared.
And though nobody knowing or caring was another form of artistic suffering, in his case it had no artistic meaning. He was just someone who had grown ugly, old, and embittered, one of billions.”