Beyond Myself, Somewhere, I Wait For My

Tradition Is No Longer A Continuity But A Series Of Sharp Breaks. The Modern Tradition Is The Tradition Of Revolt.

When We Learn To Speak, We Learn To Translate.

The World Is Born When Two People Kiss

Beyond Myself, Somewhere, I Wait For My Arrival.

The Ideal Of A Single Civilization For Everyone, Implicit In The Cult Of Progress And Technique, Impoverishes And Mutilates Us