I had a mother who told me to be no-one, and a father who said I could be anything. Dad died when I was 13, and I left my mother at 15. I have three older siblings, of whom each has been very important to me during different times of my life. I’ve had two concussions, pneumonia twice, and appendicitis. I just turned 33. I’m thinking a lot, I think, as if that would be anything special, but when I look around me - left, right, back and forth - I come to the conclusion that it is. I just finished reading Witold Gombrowicz’ Diary for the second time, and I guess he’s had a great influence on me, or maybe he just put words to the thoughts that were there all along. Maybe that’s why you’re attracted to an artist; that he, or she, expresses what you feel, that he or she reminds you of HOME. Whatever that is. My main concerns are quality, truth, and authenticity, which are all more or less one and the same thing. I don’t believe in market liberalism and I don’t believe in communism. One pisses on solidarity, the other on the individual; both on our natural resources. The woman no longer needs the man. The man no longer needs the woman. I really don’t know what a relationship is going to be about without that trust of being needed. You know the song “Now that we found love� Well, now I understand it better. What are we going to do with it? What’s the point of being two when independence is of main concern? I’m sick and tired of it all. I’ve had it. Stopped believing. I do, however, believe in something bigger, something that religion falsely claimed. Atheists and religious fanatics scare me alike. People going with the flow. Cosy morning shows on TV. That's where I'm at.
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