The Future Is A Monotonous Instrument

Dada Talks With You, It Is Everything, It Includes Everything, It Belongs To All Religions, Can Be Neither Victory Nor Defeat, It Lives In Space And Not In Time.

Good Taste Is As Tiring As Good Company.

Between My Head And My Hand, There Is Always The Face Of Death.

Art Must Be Unaesthetic In The Extreme, Useless And Impossible To Justify.

Maybe Men Are Separated From Each Other Only By The Degree Of Their Misery