In Our Day There Are No Longer

For Each Man There Awaits... A Particular Image Capable Of Annihilating The Entire Universe.

O Reason, Reason, Abstract Phantom Of The Waking State, I Had Already Expelled You From My Dreams, Now I Have Reached A Point Where Those Dreams Are About To Become Fused With Apparent Realities: Now There Is Only Room Here For Myself.

I Have No Friends, There Are Only People I Love.

O Months Of Blossoming, Months Of Transfigurations, May Without Cloud And June Stabbed To The Heart, I Shall Not Ever Forget The Lilacs Or The Roses Nor Those The Spring Has Kept Folded Away Apart.

The Painting Of Tomorrow Will Use The Photographic Eye As It Has Used The Human Eye.