Great men and women enable the inevitable.
After years of struggle, he finally broke through the glass floor.
Beneath the incessant parade of images, nothing.
Somebody was nice to me today. Kept looking for hidden camera.
Some people look naked when they’re clothed, some people look clothed when they’re naked.
Does anybody really care if it’s art?
The subject of a photograph isn’t a thing, but how it was seen.
the affliction of wanting to be good at something
First casualty of youth: certainty.
The world’s longest and saddest book: great shit nobody noticed.