"Self portrait, behind metal-grilled windows to buy parsnip chervil."
“I’ve witnessed, incognito, the gradual collapse of my life, the slow foundering of all I wanted to be. I can say, with a truth that needs no flowers to show it’s dead, that there’s nothing I’ve wanted — and nothing in which I’ve placed, even for a moment, the dream of only that moment — that…
“I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror — everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain.”
— Hakim Bey