Sometimes, everything becomes clear at once: words, images, sounds. Other times they materialize separately. I find my way, like a painter finding his painting.
Sometimes, everything becomes clear at once: words, images, sounds. Other times they materialize separately. I find my way, like a painter finding his painting.
“Today, there’s no present to people. Nobody wants to listen for very long to anybody talking, except in certain places — in a bar, in a confessional, or maybe a shrink’s office. All they say is, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Men don’t even tell dirty jokes much anymore.”
Barry Hannah