People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
My thought has been shaped by books; my desires by pictures.
Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.
The haiku lets meaning float; the aphorism pins it down.
After ages of bombast, the rhetoric of virtue has become ironic and shy.