You think 25 years from now is a distant land. It’s just down the street.

With each creative act he felt a little worse about himself.

There was more art in her household chores of a single afternoon than in his entire creative lifetime.

A contagion of insanity is loose in the land.

For years I saw him once a day with his after-work drink and loosened tie, desultorily watering the lawn with his free hand. After a few minutes she’d join him, in her Jackie Kennedy white pants, smoking a cigarette and regarding him through narrowed eyes. When he’d finished his drink he’d throw the ice in the bushes before they went back inside. I never figured out if they hated each other or were deeply in love.

Throughout that troubled interlude, he felt this spirit, roughly translated as house wind, watching over him.

Why is “like a painting” seen as a compliment to the photographer?

You discover too late the meaning of too late.

1) artworks you have ruined with personal associations:

The way forward: Simply Be Exhausted.

This incarnation wasn’t in the cards.

We thought of them as our oldest friends, and I only gradually came to understand that they had always regarded me, in some fashion I was unable to decipher, as an object of ridicule.