The light of morning decomposes everything.

I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?

If you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

I think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. so when I do get turned on, I don’t trust it, I have to investigate the source.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

I go by the gut. I might not appear to have any talent but I've got plenty of gut instinct.