(A) resulting from a curational interest in the subject of the photograph; (B) from a formal interest in the photograph itself; (C) from a formal interest in the results of curational interest.

Years later he finally learned to appreciate the flavor of the shit sandwich.

Your unexamined regard for your own training, professional standing, judgment, and notoriety leads me to question your intelligence.

Although he thought of himself as a “regular” there, he always had to wait to be seated. One night as the hostess went looking for his table, he snuck a look at the note next to his reservation. It said asshole.

A great artist and an excruciating bore.

Watching in disbelief as the unthinkable becomes inevitable.

Although he had longed for it, after retiring from teaching and moving to a house in the woods, he became severely depressed. The diagnosis: loss of horizon.

Months of fear and isolation had worn him into component parts.

Looking for the few right words that will fix everything.
Maybe next time.

His audience had demonstrated a bottomless need for his bottomless need of their bottomless need.

Fourteen year old girl, April 19, 2009
Today is Thursday. I saw my therapist. We doubled the dosage.
All I can think is one more time from the beginning.

Their rigorously maintained veneer of civility lasted 90 seconds into his birthday toast.