The US. . . cultivates no origin or mythical authenticity; it has no past and no founding truth. . . it lives in a perpetual present. in the US everything human is artificial. The country is without hope. What is arresting here is. . . both the absence of architecture in the cities and the dizzying absence of emotion and character in the faces and bodies.
One should not become an artist because he can, but because he must. It is only for those who would be miserable without it.