If I Didn't Want To Work For

I Feel Physically Ill If I Don't Make Work, I Don't Create. I Don't Feel Very Good. I Don't Feel Right, I Feel Wrong.

Maybe I Don't Believe Things Myself, As Well. Truth Is Such A Transient Thing...

I'm A Terrible Cook, But If I Could Cook, I Would See That In Art As Well, It's How Much Creative Energy You Put Into Something.

What's In Yesterday's Newspaper Is Today's Fish-and-chip Paper. If It Really Affects My Life So Badly, So Personally, Then I Would Do Something About It. When It's Really Out Of Order, Or Something Possibly Detrimental To My Family, Or I'm Driven To Such A Level That I Know That This Can Be Picked Up And Repeated Again, I Will Just Write Or E-mail The Newspaper Editor. So, In The Next Day's Newspaper, It Might Say, "tracey Emin Says This Is Factually Incorrect."

What Is Truth? Truth Doesn't Really Exist. Who Is Going To Judge Whether My Experience Of An Incident Is More Valid Than Yours? No One Can Be Trusted To Be The Judge Of That.