Nothing Ever Happened - Not Even This

How I Wished I'd Have Had A Camera Of My Own, A Mad Mental Camera That Could Register Pictorial Shots, Of The Photographic Artist Himself Prowling About For His Ultimate Shot - An Epic In Itself. (on The Road With Robert Frank, 1958)

Everything Is Perfect On The Street Again, The World Is Permeated With Roses Of Happiness All The Time, But None Of Us Know It. The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

...and Performing Our One And Noble Function Of The Time, Move.

I Saw That My Life Was A Vast Glowing Empty Page And I Could Do Anything I Wanted.

So Long And Take It Easy, Because If You Start Taking Things Seriously, It Is The End Of You.