White Grief
| September 01, 2007

All our work subject to decay the moment it is approved. The best of of our work might be seen once before it passes into oblivion. It might be savored, or ridiculed. It is, however, of necessity, narrow, parochial, even bigoted. Too often it's self important, often a lie. (And a bad lie.) The death of the work, which is to say, its relevance, is the only truth about it. The above being true, let us create everything with its death in mind.

Tags:  death, god, good work, lost, love, man