It Feels Really Sad, To Me, To

I Become Kind Of Obsessive About Research.

The Fame And The Fame-hungry World We Live In Does It All For You. Women Are Lining Up On Your Instagram Account To Meet You.

We Tell Specific Stories About Ourselves To Ourselves And We're All The Heroes Of Our Own Lives. But You Live Through Certain Experiences With Other People, And Sometimes They Have Very Different Takes On What Happened.

I Wouldn't Want To Live Life In An Untroubled Garden, Blissful And Ignorant. I Would Want To Get Out Into The World, And Be A Part Of Something. In A Way I Was Born Into The Garden Of Eden, Or As Close As You Can Get In Our World; I Was Born White, Male, And In Palo Alto. I Had It Pretty Kush.

This Was The Way The Night Had Cashed In. Choices Had Been Made And Things Happened, And Here We Were. It Was Sad, And Funny. My Life Was Made Of This. Stuff Like This.