Art Is The Mirror Of Our Betrayed

All Political Movements Are Like This - We Are In The Right, Everyone Else Is In The Wrong. The People On Our Own Side Who Disagree With Us Are Heretics, And They Start Becoming Enemies. With It Comes An Absolute Conviction Of Your Own Moral Superiority. There's Oversimplification In Everything, And A Terror Of Flexibility.

This Is A Catastrophic Universe, Always; And Subject To Hidden Reversals, Upheavals, Changes, Cataclysms, With Joy Never Anything But The Song Of Substance Under Pressure Forced Into New Forms And Shapes.

Time And Distance From The First And Second World Wars Doesn't Seem To Lessen Their Horrors.

You Remember With What You Are At The Time You Are Remembering.

We Use Our Parents Like Recurring Dreams, To Be Entered Into When Needed.