The Chair is necessarily uncomfortable — we're about to enter the age of flight before we've even developed a chair that a man can sit in comfortably

A Chair is stilts for your butt.

A Chair is one big body crutch.

The Chair is anti-gravity machine.

Confession is therapeutic — a problem shared is a problem halved

Confession is wise — A fault confessed is half redressed.

Confession is as healing medicine to him who has erred.

Confession is unwise — Confess your sins to the Lord, and you will be forgiven; confess them to men, and you will be laughed at.

The Curtain is bedsheets for the windows

A Curtain is confused blankets.

A Curtain is clothes for windows

The Curtain is bangs for windows

Dawn is the beginning of a daily instalment in a serial story that will never end.

Dawn is a colorless clashing of night and day which crumbles the sky’s pearl-gray vault into dust.

Dawn is, for the conquered, a betrayer; a new sun rising as if an ally of your enemies to assist in your destruction.

Dawn is that single hour of the twenty-four when crime ceases, debauchery is exhausted, and even desolation finds a shelter.