Space is all one space and thought is all one thought, but my mind divides its spaces into spaces into spaces and thoughts into thoughts into thoughts. Like a large condominium. Occasionally I think about the one Space and the one Thought, but usually I don't. Usually I think about my condominium.
Andy WarholAbout author
- Author's profession: Artist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 6, 1928
- Died: February 22, 1987
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