One Writes Because One Has Been Touched

I Slept Little, Read A Lot, And Fell In Love Frequently.

There Are People Who Live Inside Their Heads And Their Intellects. It's Something One Is Born With And Stuck With. It's Not Something You Make A Decision About.

Poetry: Three Mismatched Shoes At The Entrance Of A Dark Alley.

Found Objects, Chance Creations, Ready-mades (mass-produced Items Promoted Into Art Objects, Such As Duchamp's "fountain"-urinal As Sculpture) Abolish The Separation Between Art And Life. The Commonplace Is Miraculous If Rightly Seen.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.