What have I done? I've blundered my way through life. So I have my picture on the wall. The minute I die, that picture will start to yellow and fade and eventually be gone. Blown in the wind and become part of the molecular structure of something else. These things we see as "success," they're non-accomplishments.
I was built for the long run, not for the short dash, I guess.
Here's something pompous - you take your day and artistically create it, so every moment has an artistic flavor.
I think of doing a series as very hard work. But then I've talked to coal miners, and that's really hard work.
Careers are here and they're gone. No matter how great we think we are, we're nothing but the temples of Ozymandias-we're ruins in the making.
