Where boys go to die
Separation is natural
I love Art because every bit of it makes me afraid. Drawing her eyes, his hands, getting the tone right, everything—constant fear. And that fear eaten and the bitterness digested has increased the courage of my life tenfold.
Where psychoanalysis says, Stop, find your self again, we should say instead, Let’s go further still, we haven’t sufficiently dismantled our self.
I am free and that is why I am lost.
Watching the World Cup