The future ?—It is up to you to help me form it.—I have no desires. No vision... You ! I don’t know what you have in mind...
The future?—You must tell me how you [see it]—For yourself if you can. Or as well as you can. We must be 100 percent open with each other again—not silent—Won’t you Dearest. Don’t try to spare me—for that kills me.—In sparing me I become silent and all wrong. And that affects you in turn—and everything becomes wrong between us.
Alfred Stieglitz (1864-1946), in a letter to Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986), • [Lake George, New York] • July 6, 1929, in ”My Faraway One. Selected Letters of Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz. Volume 1, 1915–1933″