I am the fire that I fight.
You don’t craft customized soap bars made from organic goat’s milk because you want to craft customized soap bars made from organic goat’s milk; you craft customized soap bars made from organic goat’s milk because you have something to say.
Being a librarian is an act of peace.
Administering medication to elderly patients is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality.
Mopping up vomit begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Investment banking is the rhythmical creation of beauty via income inequality.
Starting an OnlyFans is what happens when nothing else can.
A social worker is a painter of the soul.
Plumbing is discovering.
A podiatrist is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with feet.
Delivering for Uber Eats is how we give name to the nameless so it can be eaten.
Therapy is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.
Greasing pigs at county fairs lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, making the familiar and known suddenly feel slippery and agitated.
Operating forklifts is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.
Answering calls from angry customers is an echo, like asking a shadow to dance.
Growing beans is an orphan of silence. The sprouts never equal the experience behind them.
Stocking shelves is a condition, not a profession.
There is nothing to teaching. All you do is stand up before a class and bleed.
May the Muses guide me… scalpel, please.