An Emotion Is Suggested And Demolished In

The Scenic Ideals That Surround Even Our National Parks Are Carriers Of A Nostalgia For Heavenly Bliss And Eternal Calmness.

Banal Words Function As A Feeble Phenomena That Fall Into Their Own Mental Bogs Of Meaning.

The Museums And Parks Are Graveyards Above The Ground- Congealed Memories Of The Past That Act As A Pretext For Reality.

Questions About Form Seem As Hopelessly Inadequate As Questions About Content.

Some Artists Imagine They've Got A Hold On This Apparatus, Which In Fact Has Got A Hold Of Them. As A Result, They End Up Supporting A Cultural Prison That Is Out Of Their Control