What is modern art but the attempt to pinpoint vague, incorporeal, inexpressible sensations? What is modern art, I would add, but the most solemn pile of nonsense that ever appeared on Earth?
My life is good because I am not passive about it. I invest in what is real. Like real people, to do real things, for the real me.
I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.
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