I have backed away from the daily humiliation for awhile. I have no pictures, nothing to say. When the world gets as weird as it has, there is nothing I can do to compete. There is not approach or stance I can take that is not self-incriminating. Everything is an indictment now. As new politics emerge, there is a great chance for new art, too. I am certain to relish both with the same distaste. This is not good. Adapt or die. I know that.
Here is the trailer for a new documentary on Robert Frank. He did what he wanted to do, I think. He didn't do what he didn't want to do, I think. Who knows. I don't seem to be able to. Maybe he never really could, either.