She doesn’t mind whose means she lives beyond.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.   to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.  I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I will exist

Billie Holiday by Dennis Stock, 1958

Fuck it, Dude, let’s go bowling.

trust no one

The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.