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I Don't Want To Take Photographs That I Won't Recognize As Myself, And Myself Isn't Necessarily Just Blankly Staring At The Lens.

Well, There's Just Some Universal Truths In A Way That I've Just Observed To Be True. You Read Voltaire. You Read Modern Literature. Anywhere You Go, There's These Observations About Romantic Love And What It Does People, And These Rotten Feelings That Rarely Are People Meaning To Do That To Each Other.

I Never Really Lived Outside Of The City Growing Up, But I'm Always Looking In Between The Lines Of The City, And I Magnetize Over To The Green Spots.

I Wrote The Album [metals] In The Fall. In About Four Months, I Went From Zero To Finished. It Usually Takes Forever.

I Said I'd Stop For A Year, Which Was Inconceivable To Me And Everyone Around Me. It Seemed Like So Long. But Then, After That Year, I Looked Up And I Still Hadn't Gotten My Land Legs Back At All.