The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.
I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.
I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .
My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.
Guilt is the one burden human beings can't bear alone.
I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.