Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

Travelling's not something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.

You don’t share me. You own me.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

No one is who they pretend to be

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.