The Past Grows Gradually Around One, Like

A Peasant Becomes Fond Of His Pig And Is Glad To Salt Away Its Pork. What Is Significant, And Is So Difficult For The Urban Stranger To Understand, Is That The Two Statements Are Connected By An And Not By A But.

Modern Thought Has Transferred The Spectral Character Of Death To The Notion Of Time Itself. Time Has Become Death Triumphant Over All.

The Happiness Of Being Envied Is Glamour. Being Envied Is A Solitary Form Of Reassurance. It Depends Precisely Upon Not Sharing Your Experience With Those Who Envy You. You Are Observed With Interest But You Do Not Observe With Interest - If You Do, You Will Become Less Enviable. In This Respect The Envied Are Like Bureaucrats; The More Impersonal They Are, The Greater The Illusion (for Themselves And For Others) Of Their Power. The Power Of The Glamorous Resides In Their Supposed Happiness: The Power Of The Bureaucrat In His Supposed Authority.

I Use Charcoal A Lot. Partly Because It Has Such A Fantastic Range But Also Because It Is Very Easy To Erase. For Me, Drawing Is A Lot To Do With Taking Out, With Returning To The White Of The Paper.

The Relation Between What We See And What We Know Is Never Settled. Each Evening We See The Sun Set. We Know That The Earth Is Turning Away From It. Yet The Knowledge, The Explanation, Never Quite Fits The Sight.