There are parts of me - parts of me that existed before I came here - that I still must re-trace, parts of me I'm discovering anew and coming to understand in a greater context. Had I liv Now I know why those spectacles were packed with the box you sent, Walter. And so much the better, for how will I ever be able to take photographs without the ability to focus?
Soft filters lack proportion - and though I, indeed, of most gentlemen most deject and wretched - lack the circumscribed proportion of my age, I find it here well enough. Sparrows chattering in Greek seem a mere flourish to the daily reveals on the part of the Tesseract.
At Sotheby's, at least, the orange still life has the good sense to remain on the canvas.