Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether

Humans, go away!

Trauma, rage, addiction, terror. (Repeat.) Trauma, rage, addiction, terror. (Repeat.) Trauma, rage, addiction, terror. (Repeat.)

We unconsciously dance to the tune of our neurosis. It’s the only way we know how to be.

For breeders.

Less than one year between these two photos:

A signboard I passed outside a London pub today.