The job I yearn for, of building dreams, and nightmares, and paradoxes, and all that doesn’t exist but is just a fingertip away. Oh, glorious manipulation of images, you entice me with your endless possibilities! Bring me your photos … I’ll make you younger, or older, or pinker, or taller or shorter. I’ll put your houses in the desert, put crocodiles in your pools, put giant mice peering out of your windows. We will live in a Kafka-esque world together, you and I, in which logic is defied and all is possible. Come let us build a world of everything!
