Being aware of the passing of time has been as painful as it has been fuel for my art throughout my life. I look at everything with the awareness that it will be gone – and that creates a connection between me and everything I get to come across. I see trees as links between societies, and see ghosts in old movies. Everything hides a truth that we can only find by analyzing life itself: life as words, life as surreal, life as chaos; what is time but a reflection of its children? I mostly just wait. 
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