Stanley Marcus

I served for two years, a day laborer at odd jobs at an odd time when the summer solstice and the north south of the sun stood still. I swept counter and garden, the home-owning women, their noses east of the moon, smelled mulch in me when they finge [...]

Doesn't matter how well you've lived, or if you've lived at all There is no realism, only abstraction. Reduced to its simplicity, life can be immeasurable, life can be nothing. Nature is abstract, so's work. You focus and you see nothing. I like swat [...]