Only Thought Can Resemble. It

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.

A Truly Poetic Canvas Is An Awakened Dream.

The Present Reeks Of Mediocrity And The Atom Bomb.

We Are Surrounded By Curtains. We Only Perceive The World Behind A Curtain Of Semblance. At The Same Time, An Object Needs To Be Covered In Order To Be Recognized At All.

I Want Nevertheless To Add That For Me The World Is A Defiance Of Common Sense.