What Is, Is, And What Might Have

Books, Cats, Life Is Good.

This Is The Theory… That Anything That Is Art… Is Presumably About Some Certain Thing, But Is Really Always About Something Else, And It’s No Good Having One Without The Other, Because If You Just Have The Something It Is Boring And If You Just Have The Something Else It’s Irritating.

There Was A Young Lady Named Mae Who Smoked Without Stopping All Day; As Pack Followed Pack, Her Lungs First Turned Black, And Eventually Rotted Away.

I Have Given Up Considering Happiness As Relevant.

Ideally, If Anything [was] Any Good, It Would Be Indescribable.