I Think One Of The Paradoxes Of

...one Of Those Very Bad Men That Not Even Postmodernism Can Explain Away.

For Kind Of Sophisticated Art I'm Interested In, The Larger Structural Rebuke Has To Be So Subtle That It Has To Be Distributed At An Almost Sub-atomic Level. Otherwise, You Fall Into The Kind Of Preachy, Moralistic Fable That I Don't Think Makes For Good Literature.

Know That In This World There's Somebody Who Will Always Love You.

Tell Her That You Love Her Hair, That You Love Her Skin, Her Lips, Because, In Truth, You Love Them More Than You Love Your Own.

Any Art Worth Its Name Requires You To Be Fundamentally Lost For A Very Long Time.