Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.

Henry Miller – Tropic of Cancer

Robert Huttinger is a journalist, screenwriter, director, illustrator, photographer, film and multimedia producer, with over 20 years of professional experience. He divides his time between Vienna, Cologne, Toronto, Vancouver, Los Angeles, New York, London and Rome with many more places still to come.

Robert Huttinger

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