It's not a question of art for art's sake, it never was! It's a question of believing that freedom from community is why we were born; to be, to see, to burn the only way that we know how. To dream that dream, that moment, that moment breathed those bitching, laughing faces that see only why you're cute, funny, mad... The person to be with, but never to the point of committing any real thought of who you are; what you are. Only to take from you the right to say, 'Sure, I knew him, we were real ...