When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.
The epiphany for me was that I wasnt a writer, and I had to do something with these texts. I put them in the streets as posters.
A sense of duty imprisons you.
Being alone with yourself is increasingly unpopular.
A name means a lot just by itself.
I was hesitant to approach people. I'm socially awkward. But I was working on a number of memorials, and finally it dawned on me: These are memorials to people who wrote, so I should use their writing. That's how I started to quit.