I Do Not Know Anything About Art

People Frequently Comment On The Emptiness In One Night Stands, But Emptiness Here Has Always Been Just Another Word For Darkness. Blind Encounters Writing Sonnets No One Can Ever Read. Desire And Pain Communicated In The Vague Language Of Sex. None Of Which Made Sense To Me Until Much Later When I Realized Everything I Thought I'd Retained Of My Encounters Added Up To So Very Little, Hardly Enduring, Just Shadows Of Love Outlining Nothing At All.

The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily Always The Act Of Not Seeing Something Else.

I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will Walk Strange.

Why Did God Create A Dual Universe? So He Might Say ‘be Not Like Me. I Am Alone.' And It Might Be Heard.

And Where There Is No Echo There Is No Description Of Space Or Love. There Is Only Silence.