its disturbing to realize this. have i stripped her of her hands and hair and dress? is the rest of her still living unattached somewhere else? of course, this cant be. the world goes on without me. people cross streets through no intervention on my part, sharpen pencils, move fifty yards a minute west to east, fill coffeehouses with music thats refined into nothingness... the world... haruki murakami, wild sheep chase. piece completed 2001, acrylic on canvas, 36x48 inches.