I'm a bundle of nerves and questions and ideas, lately. I have a tendency toward pessimism, but I'm being treated for it with large doses of electro and sangria. I've abused my sensibilities so much that I'm not really offended by anything, anymore. I need a change of scenery. I have a faulty sense of time and an innate need to dance. Sometimes I write pictures and other times I photograph words. This is the kind of logic that rules on the street where I live; we are about leather boots and unreasonable amounts of fun. If you look us up, you'll hear the laughter from the street. I have a cat that is systematically planning world domination; she and I try to keep it real.
When the great Cosmocrator demands-- "Who art thou?"
Yes, beyond a doubt I shall answer: "The Happy Rock!"
And if it be asked-- "Didst thou enjoy thy stay on earth?" -- I shall reply: "My life was one long rosy crucifixion."
- Henry Miller.
