Perhaps Living Souls Had Greater Phantom Powers

Twenty Years Is, After All, A Long Time. We Are Not The Same People We Were. Old Friends, Lovers, Even Family Members: They Are Strangers Who Happen To Wear A Familiar Face. We Have No Right To Claim To Know Anyone After Such A Distance.

Every Day The Eye Is Subject To A Thousand Tiny Shocks As A Thousand Industries Compete For The Eye-kick, The Visual Hook That Will Lock The Consumer Into Product For That Crucial Second Where The Tiny - Or Not So Tiny - Leap Of The Imagination Is Made.

Because Two People In Love Don't Make A Hive Mind. Neither Should They Want To Be A Hive Mind, To Think The Same, To Know The Same. It's About Being Separate And Still Loving Each Other, Being Distinct From Each Other. One Is The Violin String One Is The Bow.

It Is, Of Course, The First Recourse Of Every Elitist To See Social Barbarism In Others.

The Overintellectualization Of Surrealism Can Be A Bromide. A Dream Interpreted Is A Deflated Dream.