Where Ever I Am Not

Since Photography Gives Us Every Guarantee Of Exactitude That We Could Desire (they Really Believe That, The Mad Fools !), Then Photography And Art Are The Same Thing.

The Act Of Love Strongly Resembles Torture Or Surgery.

In My Mind It Strolls, As Well As In My Apartment. A Cat, Strong, Sweet And Delightful.

We Revel In The Laxness Of The Path We Take.

From That Moment Onwards, Our Loathsome Society Rushed, Like Narcissus, To Contemplate Its Trivial Image On A Metallic Plate. A Form Of Lunacy, An Extraordinary Fanaticism Took Hold Of These New Sun-worshippers.