I feel like the asshole at the party who refuses to get drunk.
What if it were possible to draw conclusions about an individual’s character by following the contours of his or her form?
But then again, this doesn’t really matter.
I was overcome with the revelation that the glass I could grab and drink from was not the same glass as the one I had filled with water.
Following the example of John Berger, this essay, of sorts, will not consist of words, except for the title and…
The contemporary artist can be understood by metaphor of the sniper.