The reason why she enters this trance



He’d use a photo of Ella Fitzgerald, a glass-framed photo, which is how it came to be called “Ella” in our circle. I’d hang around drinking wine, smoking Bob, and talk to any asshole all night long. Am I saying this in French yet? The guy in regular clothes talking to the guy in chef’s clothes before the restaurant opens—isn’t he already basically human? He’s just made of wood, is that so bad? He has yearnings, he has dreams. Making reference to her “connectivity” beside the giant spools of hose, a flag planted in the border—because. You need to be profoundly numb, is why. The reason why I shot so many pictures is part of my story. I don’t know if you can make this out, but it’s Mahatma Ghandi talking on the phone.