Amstelveenseweg Amsterdam Netherlands Wallpaper Collections

I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so photography is the only recourse left for me.

It is a hard thing to look at through the fence for hundreds of years without wondering what it would be like on the other side.

You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open.

What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day.

The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

There can be no progress without pain, no creation without destruction.

Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

So many people walk around with a meaningless life.

Amsterdam - Amstelveenseweg

When the ashes of the wildfire of love have been scattered in the hazy den of oblivion, life gets unremittingly tangled up, if no inner voices emerge to enlighten the looming shadows of hesitant expectations.

Shit escalates.

Once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, you'll get it.

The truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool, the expert in solitary confinement.

Amsterdam - Amstelveenseweg - Mural

Eosstraat - Amsterdam (Netherlands)