It’s apt that a statue worn by centuries of exposure looks Cycladic, an emblem of the passage of time; it would hold me till the last blank speck had blown away, and that’s what my life would have been.
Against art
It’s apt that a statue worn by centuries of exposure looks Cycladic, an emblem of the passage of time; it would hold me till the last blank speck had blown away, and that’s what my life would have been.