“Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire – meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead.”
~ Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
Photograph: © StephiaMadelyne
Bushwick at Night ~ Brooklyn, NY
I wish Giotto could see this. That sign or banner with the crack in the wall looking like a comet’s tail. Rushing to meet the truck. The mirror pulling the comet down balanced on a tilting tripod. Like something Neil Armstrong left on the moon. All that creamy white on the milky way truck. The black sky. Naples yellow. And the truck cab full of night too. Such a luscious, mysterious, meticulous photograph. A poem.