...and Yet I Am What They Think

God Is Love, I Said, But Art's The Possibility Of Forms, And Shadows Are The Source Of Identity.

In Those Days It Was Either Live With Music Or Die With Noise, And We Chose Rather Desperately To Live.

Some People Are Your Relatives But Others Are Your Ancestors, And You Choose The Ones You Want To Have As Ancestors. You Create Yourself Out Of Those Values.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

And My Problem Was That I Always Tried To Go In Everyone's Way But My Own.