I Didn't Know What To Say. I

Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have To Prove Anything

Equally Empty, Equally To Be Loved, Equally A Coming Buddha

...[the Photographer] Can Be Considered A Kind Of Disembodied Burrowing Eye, A Conspirator Against Time And Its Hammers. His Work, Print After Print Of It, Seems To Call To Be Shown Before The Decay Which It Portrays Flattens All... Here Are The Records Of The Age Before An Imminent Collapse.

I'm Catholic And I Can't Commit Suicide, But I Plan To Drink Myself To Death.

Mainly I've Been Back To My Books And Writings And Being Nice And Quiet And Lazy. As I'm Writing This, The Radio Says There's A Foot Of Snow Falling On Long Island. I Really Love Snow And Wish I Could Take A Long Walk In It Right Now.