But only if you can survive the cataclysmic horror that comes with the acutely violent drift without killing yourself. A prime example of consumo-materialism's veneer fools us into believing that things are okay, when they are most definitely not. So, could it be true that the warm colors, antiquities, quilts, and even cats filling a century and a quarter old upstairs room in a Craftsman Home create at their essence sentient lies we absorb that carry us forward to new time, the building misery piling up inside until, well, you know, it happens? Yes, it is true.
