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You Were My Home, Mother. I Had No Home But You

As An Artist, You Can Never Get What You Want. What You Do Never Approaches What You Want It To Be.

When I Read, I Want To Be Fully Transported To Another Place. I Want To Feel Things, Smell Things.

I've Been Depressed Many Times In My Life. But Under It All I'm An Optimist.

I Think We're Starved For A Life Of The Senses. We're In The Garage, We're In The Car, We Drive To Work, We're In A Windowless Cubicle That's Gray And Beige. In A Way, It's Funny That We Consider Ourselves An Advanced Culture, Because People Who Live In So-called Primitive Environments Still Enjoy The Richness Of The Smells, Colors, And Sounds Of Our World. We All Crave That.