I am against textual ambition. The secret themes of my devastation have led me here, in boredom, without memory, plotting to start again. All of my past is solidly behind me at last, yet I will always be a victim to a sexy dress. I am waiting for the perpetual playback of my failures to cease. Nothing frustrates me more than a woman who will not let her-self be adored. Like an undeveloped dream, it is time for me to dial up a groove. I broke my promise not to suffer, and now. I have to start all over to earn my solitude.
Art: Dave McKean, Cages