This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.
The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.
Try to be better than yourself.
Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't.
And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.