The city swallows me. It grinds me into original essence. It excretes me. This is how I meet my self every morning. Each new day I reinvent humility. I reinvent suffering. I reinvent love. I reinvent God. I want to know what is behind the Veil. I want to taste better than Coca-Cola, be funner than TV, more addictive than pornography, leaner than Jack LaLane. The Artist is the Monk of Commodity. My address is on the Cross of Self-Reinvention.