No excuses necessary.
World travels with The Vintagent...
Slipping past armored doors into
outrageous stables.
An all-access ticket.
We must take something! We must have some!
What shall we steal?
Light
Reflected from metal.
Carried away, in our pockets, little metal boxes.
We own nothing, nothing will save us from dissipation.
Our stolen light
As precious as the thing itself,
And a lot less trouble...trust me on this one.
To own is to be owned.
To possess is to be possessed.
Be free, and love the thing of beauty for what it is
and not because you think you own it.
You own nothing
but your character, your work, and your actions.
This is what lives beyond you,
while your possessions move to other hands,
like faithless lovers.
But, oh lord! Are they beautiful!
