That’s all, just no idea. Because I don’t have enough money to know anything. Because I’m too old to know anything. Because I have read too much to know anything. Because I have drunk too much to know anything.
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How do I feel? No idea. What will I do today? No idea. What will I do in general? No idea. Who is asking? No idea.
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Wreckage and ruins. Apropos terms, those—clear as a bell and straightforward as hell.
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I haven’t yet managed to see a single gallery in New York, nor a single show of any kind. I was much more engaged in Chicago. I think L.A. took the piss outta me.