Au Revoir, Jewelled Alligators And White Hotels,

If I Don't Write, I Begin To Feel Unsettled And Uneasy, As I Gather People Do Who Are Not Allowed To Dream.

In The Past We Have Always Assumed That The External World Around Us Has Represented Reality, However Confusing Or Uncertain, And That The Inner World Of Our Minds, Its Dreams, Hopes, Ambitions, Represented The Realm Of Fantasy, And The Imagination. These Roles, It Seems To Me, Have Been Reversed. The Most Prudent And Effective Method Of Dealing With The World Around Us Is To Assume That It Is A Complete Fiction - Conversely, The One Small Node Of Reality Left To Us Is Inside Of Our Own Heads.

Everything Is Becoming Science Fiction. From The Margins Of An Almost Invisible Literature Has Sprung The Intact Reality Of The 20th Century.

Nudity In Photography, Whether Involving Adults Or Children, Is A Subject Sinking Under A Freight Of Political And Moral Disapproval It Could Never Hope To Support, And This Is Not The Place For Me To Get Out The Bilge Pump. I Will Only Say That Critics Who Tremble So Fiercely At The Thought Of The Voyeuristic Male Gaze Miss The Point That Distance Generates Mystery And Enchantment, And Expresses The Awe With Which The Male Imagination Regards All Women.

Elaborate Burial Customs Are A Sure Sign Of Decadence.