The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
The Bodega at the End of the Internet
Sir, this is a Wendy’s.
“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”
Ivan Ilych’s life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.
I was beginning to lose track of what “society” actually was.
If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
"Then it must be my sixth sense. A gift God gave me — or maybe a curse.
All I know is that I've suffered because of it."
“Next, the Takers systematically destroy their competitors’ food to make room for their own. Nothing like this occurs in the natural community. The rule there is: Take what you need, and leave the rest alone.”