I Suppress In My Prose Any Language

When People Claim To Know Who I Am, I Can No Longer Act Freely.

All My Father Saw Was What He Wanted To See.

The Principles Of True Art Is Not To Portray, But To Evoke.

Travel Gives Me The Opportunity To Walk Through The Sectors Of Cities Where One Can Clearly See The Passage Of Time.

As I Go To Sleep I Remember What My Father Said-that One Can Never Be Sure If One Will Awake. The Way My Health Is Now, This Is Becoming More And More Real.