What you must understand about me is that Iām a deeply unhappy person.
We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.
As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.
How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?
And I put the latte down on a table, awash in the happy middle of my greatest adventure.
The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.