Dear Log,
«In late 2000, I spent a day driving around Baghdad with a photographer, collecting pictures of portraits, statues and other representations of Saddam. We spent much of the jaunt in hysterics - especially at an enormous, uproariously camp painting of the great twit in a beige slacks-and-waistcoat ensemble, a bouquet of lilies in one arm, and a white Panama titfer tipped rakishly over one eye.»I suspect, quite often now, that reality itself is being written by a cruel collaboration between William Burroughs and V.S. Naipaul.--"The tyranny of design"
