THE BELIEVER: You had that great line in your New Yorker profile, “Sometimes what people perceive as my smile is a grimace of pain.”
HAROLD RAMIS: That about sums it up. But part of my smile is also about how absurd it all is. I think I got in touch with that absurdity quite young….
Blind film still.
The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true. ― Hannah Arendt
Fashion advice for VICE
Help fill the gap left by The Face.
Sell out to RUPERT FUCKING MURDOCH.
It is not only in literature that fiction generates immorality. It does it also in life itself. For the substance of our life is almost exclusively composed of fiction.
— Simone Weil
"the butterfly lights
on my shoulder.
a rotting log.”
From “Untitled" by Jonathan Greene