This Continent, An Open Palm Spread Frank

I Know I Am Making The Choice Most Dangerous To An Artist In Valuing Life Above Art.

The Camera Seems To Me, Next To Unassisted And Weaponless Consciousness, The Central Instrument Of Our Time.

The Goal Is The Same: Life Itself; And The Price Is The Same; Life Itself.

I Suspect The Fault...is In Me: That I Hate Any Job On Earth, As A Job And A Hindrance And A Semi-suicide.

All Of Consciousness Is Shifted From The Imagined, The Revisive, To The Effort To Perceive Simply The Cruel Radiance Of What Is