I wanted Paul to be like the figures that obsessively return in Bacon: faces eaten by something coming from the inside. Bernardo Bertolucci.
The air was black, and in patches it smelt of smoke. Scattered amongst the heaps of refuse there were braziers and broken packing cases that bore witness to the presence of secret human… Continue reading →
Each step in one’s spiritual development is the result of definite experiences. Arthur Koestler.