Spill your hearts out and see where it gets you.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces… And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
— The diaries of Franz Kafka
I fear that one day I will lay in bed and realize that I am not who I thought I am. I will realize that There really is someone sinister underneath my skin, breathing air into my lungs as I breathe. My biggest fear is to realize I am my own worst enemy and I have done to myself.
I love the dark. You can’t see dirt on your knees, or scrathes on your face in the dark. Light sheds not only realization on these things, but seems to bring the reality and the layers into the feeling and taste as well. Life is smaller in the dark, more mysterious, dangerous, you can’t taste blood on your tongue in the dark, but the pain can eat you out in the light. That’s why I yearn the city at night. Dark, but noone sleeps, there are still streetlights to stop us from slipping too far, to anchor us, and me. So we can play spotlight on the concrete and play pretend without falling asleep. 1965.