“Images enter us like liquid light, addictive and mysterious. The process can be heavy and sludge-like, incrementally seeping into our consciousness, or instantaneous like quicksilver, surging and pulsing, crystallizing and brightening our eyes like hard candy. We suck in images with vacuum eyes, magnetic stares powered by the true north of our retinas.”
“My 13-year-old daughter leaves the house at 7:15 every morning and takes a smelly city bus to school way uptown ... It’s like 8 degrees out, and it’s dark and she’s got this morning face and I send her out there to take a bus. Meanwhile, my driver is sitting in a toasty Mercedes that’s going to take me to work once both kids are gone. I could send her in the Mercedes and then have it come back to get me, but I can’t have my kid doing that. I can’t do that to her. Me? I earned that f—ing Mercedes. You better f—ing believe it.”
Paul Fedor
