I Try. I Fail. I Try Again.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

He Who Has Waited Long Enough, Will Wait Forever. And There Comes The Hour When Nothing More Can Happen And Nobody More Can Come And All Is Ended But The Waiting That Knows Itself In Vain.

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between An Individual And His Environment.