The oddest things are beginning to catch my attention once again, an inconsequential lyric, a new taste or a new shade in the sky. I am living in my own hyperreality.
Leaving something for the next generation is like writing your name on a foggy glass which disappears as the glass clears. It doesn't matter.
Let's change the tunes to old songs and sing them once more.
We're so afraid of insanity we drive ourselves insane.
Before you go on to tell me exactly why and how important it is, just hear me out.
Who knows where we head from here? Does it matter?
I remember when I used to treasure a photo and keep it between pages to keep it safe.
It’s easy to ask ‘why’ and it’s tough to answer it.
It was a way of constantly reminding myself that I was not in a happy place.
I think of life as one long to-do list.