I have stolen so much from so many artists, living, dead, famous, obscure, friends and the indifferent, that I do not know which is my own work and which is not.

It no longer matters.

I am heading for Pleroma City via Derrida South and Foucault Junction.

Catch me with my hands dripping with your data if you wish, but we shall only end up cartwheeling together into the Reichenbach Falls of our own vanity.