Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.
“I always like the idea of doing interviews with somebody but completely seriously not ever mentioning what that person is generally known for.”
“I can't stop being in parades. I just love dancing on floats that move really slowly on the city streets in the early morning.”