Man likes to be modern, but life is quaint. I prefer to walk on the ground, but I also like to climb up towers. Even in my dreams I am climbing up shaky high places. And I have never fallen, even though it has looked bad and I have felt awful. Vyborg is my ruin of the Colosseum. I make trips of the mind without actually going anyhere. The pictures still tell stories that words and tongues cannot tell. It has been said that the way of an artist is a lonely way. What about other people's ways, anyone else's?
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