Every Work Of Art Changes Its Predecessors.

Every Declaration Of Love Contains An Unstated List Of Exceptions And Demands.

Work At First Rescues Us, Then Ravages Us.

Travelling Carries Me To The Surface, Away From The Deeps Of Home-thoughts.

The Egg Is The Symbol Of Perfection. Do You Want An Egg?

In The City, Nudity Means Something; In The Wild, It Just Exists.