Color... Thinks By Itself, Independently

I Have Cultivated My Hysteria With Pleasure And Terror.

I Throw Fresh Seeds Out. Who Knows What Survives?

Love Is The Natural Occupation Of The Man Of Leisure.

Wine Transforms Moles Into Eagles.

There Are Moments Of Existence When Time And Space Are More Profound, And The Awareness Of Existence Is Immensely Heightened.