Status Updates From O Teatro de Sabbath

“Botanically beguiling, delicately done… but you ain’t foolin’ anyone.”

“He'd paid the full price for art, only he hadn't made any. He'd suffered all the old-fashioned artistic sufferings—isolation, poverty, despair, mental and physical obstruction-and nobody knew or cared.
And though nobody knowing or caring was another form of artistic suffering, in his case it had no artistic meaning. He was just someone who had grown ugly, old, and embittered, one of billions.”