And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.

I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection, who have really grappled with their existence.

There are only two ways to be a god: through creation or murder.

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.

Why does nothing change, even when you set out for a faraway place?

And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.

Dont be a fish; be a frog. Swim in the water and jump when you hit ground.