“Garbage Is, always. We will die, civilization will crumble, life as we know it will cease to exist, but trash will endure, and there it was on the street, our ceaselessly erected, ceaselessly broken cenotaphs to ephemera and disconnection and unquenchable want.”
“Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.”
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
“There is no end or purpose to existence, only ceaseless creation and destruction, governed entirely by chance.”
“no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
“The ceaseless labor of your life is to build the house of death.”