Only In The Present Do

Two Aesthetics Exist: The Passive Aesthetic Of Mirrors And The Active Aesthetic Of Prisms. Guided By The Former, Art Turns Into A Copy Of The Environment's Objectivity Or The Individual's Psychic History. Guided By The Latter, Art Is Redeemed, Makes The World Into Its Instrument, And Forges, Beyond Spatial And Temporal Prisons, A Personal Vision.

I Have No Way Of Knowing Whether The Events That I Am About To Narrate Are Effects Or Causes.

I Gazed At Every Mirror On The Planet, Not One Gave Back My Reflection.

This Web Of Time--the Strands Of Which Approach One Another, Bifurcate, Intersect Or Ignore Eachother Through The Centuries--embrace Every Posibility.

Writing Is Nothing More Than A Guided Dream.