Read Me

"One of the problems with death, for the intellectual classes, is that it leave so many

unfiled and perhaps unwanted papers in its wake. I carefully arranged all my papers-

destroying those I do not want to survive me, organizing for a stranger's eye all others-

and thus prepared to die, at least from an organizational point of view. However

I continued to live, generating more papers, which threatened to survive me in a form

I had not prepared. Therefore I have now made final arrangements, and will live

my remaining days without paper or pencil. It may be that I die for lack of a writing

implement-if I need to send an urgent message to someone for help, for example-but this

statement will remain the last in my file, the first to greet the executors. For all they

know, I am still alive. If so, it is however a paperless existence, and therefore moot

in terms of my legacy."

"Read Me" poem by Damon Krukowski

"SILENT"  photo editorial by Steven Meisel from the August issue of Italian Vogue