I used to want buyers for my words.
Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.
I have made a lot of charmingly profound images,
scenes with Abraham and Abraham's father, Azar,
who was famous for making icons.
I am so tired of what I have been doing.
Then one image without form came,
and I quit.
Look for someone else to tend the shop.
I am out of the image-making business.
Finally I know the freedom
of madness.
A random image arrives. I scream,
Get out! It disintegrates.
Only love.
Only the holder the flag fits into.
No flag.
