This lunatic wrote an article about my project.

He got it all completely wrong. Being called a modernist is a horrifying insult, but it takes a good deal of arcane education to understand why.

To that end- I love Zach. His insults are meant as compliments- vice versa.

You’d probably like his blog. It’s fun. And more or less insane. Don’t be fooled by his semi professional tone and content. He’s a sociopath. I mean that in the most endearing terms. I’ve painted the bastard…

If you see a crowd of people undulating between shock and amusement–if there is a tiny agile man at the center with a vincent gallo stare, erratically poking and prodding with a stentorian voice, switching from great book references to incisive dancing with the stars commentary–if there is a log jam in your 3G network, if a cloud of tweets has become visceral and hangs dreary on the urban grid, if you wanted to see the impossible intersection of  black heart syndrome and true human affection; a working prototype for chaos as process, wildness as creed, mania as mantra — this is your culprit, here is your vortex of imminent love and disaster, a social media hurricane: Zachary Adam Cohen.

Fucking hell. If only all of my subjects would be such giving blog lovers.

I hate you Zach. Don’t ever leave me.