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67 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2010
We exist—all of us, for all time—in a state of perpetual dissonance . . . We long for the raw truth of emotion but can only endure it with the cold lie of reason . . . We seek to capture the ephemeral, the miraculous, and put it onto canvas, stopping time but, like an etymologist pinning a butterfly, it dies when we try . . . We’re foolish that way, we human beings . . . we try to make the red black . . . . But still we go on, clinging to that tiny bit of hope—that red—that makes the rest endurable . . .