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THE ROADS ALL END IN THE SAME WAY, CONVERGING. RICH, POOR, ALL SHADOWS, COME TO THE END AS ONE: TOGETHER. THEY ENTER LIFE EQUALLY, AND THEY DEPART THE SAME. NEITHER IS EASY, AND THE PART IN BETWEEN IS TERRIBLE. HAPPINESS IS A FIGMENT, AN ELEMENT OF LIFE REACHABLE? THE WASTE OF DREAMS; DREAMS WHICH ONLY ECHO IMAGES: WHAT REMAINS IS TAWDRY, DRAWN OUT. THE RESULT SELDOM MATCHES THE AIM: AND LOOK, THEY SAY THERE IS A MEASURE OF GREATNESS. WHERE IS IT, I ASK. WHO DECIDES SUCH THINGS? SURELY NOT HISTORY, THAT FICTION OF LIFE. |
 Medium: oil on canvas Size: 17" x 13" Title: Torcy |