We Know That The Nature Of Genius

There Are Strange Flowers Of Reason To Match Each Error Of The Senses.

Photography Intervenes In A Very Strange Way. It Makes The Streets, Gates, Squares Of The City Into Illustrations Of A Trashy Novel, Draws Off The Banal Obviousness Of This Ancient Architecture To Inject It With The Most Pristine Intensity.

Everything That Is Not Me Is Incomprehensible.

Geniuses Are Like Ocean Liners: They Should Never Meet.

And There Are Loners In Rural Communities Who, At The Equinox, Are Said To Don New Garments And Stroll Down To The Cities, Where Great Beasts Await Them, Fat And Docile.