I change jobs like drinking water... And as I grow accustomed to the new flavor of a drink I regard as delicious, yes, vital, something fades, life balks. So I break camp; I shed skins.


Fifth Sunday (1985)


I change jobs like drinking water... And as I grow accustomed to the new flavor of a drink I regard as delicious, yes, vital, something fades, life...

I change jobs like drinking water... And as I grow accustomed to the new flavor of a drink I regard as delicious, yes, vital, something fades, life...

I change jobs like drinking water... And as I grow accustomed to the new flavor of a drink I regard as delicious, yes, vital, something fades, life...

I change jobs like drinking water... And as I grow accustomed to the new flavor of a drink I regard as delicious, yes, vital, something fades, life...