Welcome to my place of work…
We all tell stories which are versions of history—memorized, encapsulated, repeatable, and safe. Real memory, which these pictures trigger, is an invocation of the color, smell, sound and physical presence, the density and flavor of life.
And so another day begins.
Nan Goldin, from here foreword to The Ballad of Sexual of Sexual Dependency.
A poodle driving a Cadillac.