Andrew Polk

Who Was That Person?

I look back at myself in earlier days. It’s like looking at someone else. Perhaps it's like looking at a person I once knew, but can now barely recollect. I see a person with a totally different set of values and purposes: a person that shocks, embarrasses, frightens and yet impresses me.

Who was that person that found humor in horror?
Who was that person who thumbed his nose at convention and reveled in bad taste?
Who was that person who used abstraction to address worldly issues like heartache, violence, natural disaster, politics, and religion)?
Who was that person who explored darkness by writing unreadable stories in a secret code?
It's hard to believe it was me.