I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.
Knowledge is knowing as little as possible.
one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid
there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.
nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.
I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.