What happens when you cease to dream? Are dreams a luxury?
What happens when the most exotic experiences are so predictable and repetitive that they become as bland as eating jiffy and smuckers on wonderbread?
What are the last luxuries? Dreams? Love? Acceptance? Charity? Power?
Are things so intent on being unique that they are the same?
Does sameness bring uniqueness? Ignorance, enlightenment?
What is an object and how does it transform an environment?
There is a reason that jonathan swift wrote A Modest Proposal.
Selling Space and Time…a parking meter
purity of materials is impossible…selling the idea is not
Selling any idea is possible…