To Make Someone Wait: The Constant Prerogative

What Love Lays Bare In Me Is Energy.

A Light Without Shadow Generates An Emotion Without Reserve.

This Endured Absence Is Nothing More Or Less Than Forgetfulness. I Am, Intermittently, Unfaithful. This Is The Condition Of My Survival.

The Photographic Image... Is A Message Without A Code.

Don't Say Mourning. It's Too Psychoanalytic. I'm Not Mourning. I'm Suffering.