July 31, 2001
Living with M’e

I don’t document life to prolong any chapter—the visionary bleeds the sweet poison from the veins only to notice, he walks away with it still attached to his fingertips.

Interviewer: What’s it like to revisit a budding artist? Look at the pictures dating back to October 1998 and tell me your first thoughts.

What I once assumed were brave examples of expressionisms are nothing more than scribbles. To hear him question why an eye doesn’t fade into place makes me want to correct the mistakes—to hide them, then quickly run away.