Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.
I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
I have a lot of money.
Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.
Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.