My dear, The darkness being a sort of self-reflectory confinement away from the light. If the light is society, the darkness is the place you reflect on society, and your role in it. If the light is physical life, then the darkness is mental life. If the light is outer, then the darkness is inner. And as all photo-takers know, good photographs are made through the perfect balance of light and dark. Do not let the age of faster and faster...

My dear, People don’t like surprises when they’re dancing. Seriously, don’t interrupt someone when they’re moving and jiving. Stand back, or go away, until they’re done. Then interrupt later. The last thing you should ever do in this world is interrupt someone who’s found that thin thread of connection with music, with themselves and their body, and with their soul. The thread won’t last long (it never...

My dear, It grows and morphs. It grows and becomes something comparable to me wearing my heart on my sleeves; It grows and becomes my childhood, my first break-up, my relationship with my parents. I begin with an idea and then it turns into something else. Usually something deeply revealing that I would have shunned and looked away from if given the chance. But this is my art, it is my confession, and it is my diary. This is my art, my...

My dear, ‎Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets. Maybe all one can do is stand at the train platform of life, no map in hand, and choose the train they think is headed the right way. And once on it and moving, to look across the tracks and in seeing the other trains veer off to wherever they go to, to not be too wanting of being on them. ..Maybe all one can do is flip a coin, choose with their heart, and hope to...

My dear, The business of America is to make us all white rabbits who are always late, always late, for very important dates. The business of America is to make us the hare and not the turtle. The business of America is to make us move so fast that the air-friction rubs us down and makes us numb. The business of America is to move, move, move. Falsely yours, Aaron...

My dear, God has no excuses. The famine in the world (the starving babies and children), the unpunished hatred of man upon man (and man upon everything else), and the rapings of lands and women. In my eyes God has no excuses whatsoever. Don’t tell me it’s all done for a special magical hush-hush important reason I can’t see down the road, evil is still evil and not tending to it and letting it roam free is in a sense...

My dear, Bad people do good things, and good people do bad things; good and bad are concepts that humans created. Some people are confident introverts, and some people are shy extroverts; personality is a concept that humans created. Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90… time is a concept that humans created. And don’t even get me started on sexuality. Don’t let labels that we humans created to fool...

My dear, To ramble. To tell the whole story. To cover all bases. Falsely yours, François-Marie Arouet de...

My dear, Yesterday I met a woman who couldn’t keep up. If she heard my jokes and witticisms, she didn’t show it. If she understood anything I said, she didn’t show it. If she was at all interesting, she didn’t show it. Falsely yours, Kurt Vonnegut,...

My dear, Who wants to hear that they need to lose weight? When they can hear that America is too weight obsessed these days, and that all body types are beautiful. Who wants to hear that they need to work hard for their dreams day in and day out? When they can hear that all they have to do is wish for the things they want, and those things will magically come their way through attraction. Who wants to hear that the life they lead is far...