Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    For years, I managed without memory—stalled, unnumbered, abridged—
No more alive than a dismembered saint enthroned in two hundred reliquaries.
Now, it is hard not to say I remember,
                         hard, in fact, not to remember.


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