Anybody can be specific and obvious. That's always been the easy way. It's not that it's so difficult to be unspecific and less obvious; it's just that there's nothing, absolutely nothing, to be specific and obvious about.
The plainest case in many words entangling.
In these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.
There is something special about the beauty in the unclear, the ambiguity, the in-between that you can't totally recognise.
I don't know whether I like it, but it is what I meant.
Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.
Obscurity is the realm of error.
And there are no stars and that you're never really sure who's doing what and what voice is what and, you know what I mean? It's supposed to be quite elusive.
