Dear Evelyn, Hell of it is it all seems to fit in one way or the other. Even if fitting makes no sense at all. What did the surrealist’s say: The Pleasures and Terrors of Oblivion…. You asked me why your young friend likes to hang out? Dunno. Things have become real quite destructed. The reason made up as the marketing deceptions proceed. As if life.. Read More
For walking New York’s Village streets, thinking about all the stories
… in every doorway … the drama in every railroad flat and bar. The stories are still there.
Screen plays without film. Rough notes from when people wrote letters to friends.
As the light glows or leaves, on cold days, without so much as a parting kiss.