The answer is there is no answer.

I really love idiot, enlightened characters - these characters who fail to engage with the drama of their immediate circumstances; they fail to be reactive and enrolled by drama as it happens around them.

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?

I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.

I don't want to die without any scars.

What I mean is sometimes, for an artist, chronic pain can be a gift.