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With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
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I am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shut.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I understand addiction now. I never did before, you know.
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I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation.
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Current position, function elsewhere.
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She has to give it a shot somehow.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Get busy living or get busy dying.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Do you have to tell yourself every time that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the land, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?