When art is reduced to self-indulgent, emotional expression that is somehow exempt from being criticized, compared or evaluated, it kills incentive, it kills originality and ultimately it strangles artistic-expression in its cradle, robbing the world of all that it could be.
Make friends with blurry outlines and jarring, bi-cultural names. Love them. Move to another country. Never see them again.
Keeping a stoic face as you meltdown inside is a skill you will be able to use time and time again. Treasure and cultivate it.
The guy with goggles, obviously more of a techno-soldier, gives me a blank stare, but the fact that he’s chewing air tells me he’s not even hearing the same music I am. I walk around. It’s hot, smells like a locker room.
Decisions are temporary. Every decision we take today only lasts until we take the next decision. So it’s not really worth it to procrastinate on decision making.
Everybody is constantly in doubt about their life choices. Whether or not they’ve done the right thing. Whether or not it was the right choice.
When they should’ve divorced, but they’re still together.
Someone asked me what my favorite color was yesterday. I didn’t know. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I don’t know who I am.
There will always be questions with no answer. Promises with no guarantee. Trust that will eventually be trashed.
In reality, we ended up passing time in a much more enjoyable way: arguing about breaking up. Well, I always was an over-preparer.