Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

I Like Subversive Humor, Freckles, Women's Knees And Long Hair, The Laughter Of Playing Children, And A Girl Running Down The Street.

The Feeling We Experience While We Look At A Picture Is Not To Be Distinguished From The Picture Or From Ourselves. The Feeling, Picture, And Ourselves Are United In One Mystery.

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

Everything We See Hides Another Thing, We Always Want To See What Is Hidden By What We See. There Is An Interest In That Which Is Hidden And Which The Visible Does Not Show Us. This Interest Can Take The Form Of A Quite Intense Feeling, A Sort Of Conflict, One Might Say, Between The Visible That Is Hidden And The Visible That Is Present.

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.