Ordinary life does not interest me. 
I seek only the high moments. 
I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. 
I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; 
I want to be a photographer who shows others that these moments actually happens;
I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension. 
But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. 
I have days of illuminations and fevers. 
I have days when the music in my head stops. 
Then I make rings, prune trees, plant flowers, polish furniture. 
But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.