I cannot grow. I have no shadow to run away from. I only play. I cannot err; there is no creature whom I belong to, whom I could wrong. I am defeat. When it knows it can now do nothing by suffering. All you lived through, dancing because you no longer need it. For any deed. I shall never be different. Love me.
Tonight at Town Hall! I discuss songwriting with my friends Kevin Murphy, Hanna Benn, and Grant Olsen. 7:30PM/Free (at Town Hall Seattle)
Duane Michals ph. - Nostalgica
fina miralles, emmascarats, 1976