If You Find Yourself As A Person

I Believe People Are Much More Complicated Than They Can Handle.

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.

Despite All That I Know Rationally, And Everything That I Can Put Into Words, I Can Say That I Have Difficulty Giving Up The Notion Of The Nobility Of Art.

Cliché Activates The Comfortable Mental Laziness, We Sort Of Revert To The Domain Of The Already-familiar, What We Have Already Imagined So That It Doesn't Seem That Bad.

The Privilege Of A Middle-class, Stable, Bourgeois Life Is That You Can Pretend That You Are Not Complicated And Project Yourself As A Solid, Uncomplicated Person, With Refined Life Goals And Achievements.