Banal words function as a feeble phenomena that fall into their own mental bogs of meaning.

Words for mental processes are all derived from physical things.

Language should find itself in the physical world, and not end up locked in an idea in somebody's head

The museum spreads its surfaces everywhere, and becomes an untitled collection of generalizations that mobilize the eye.

Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.

Nature is never finished.

A camera is wild in just about anybody's hands, therefore one must set limits. But cameras have a life of their own. Cameras care nothing about cults or isms. They are indifferent mechanical eyes, ready to devour anything in sight. They are lenses of the unlimited reproduction.