I think I’ll feel out of place wherever I go on earth, forever. But that’s fine. I have to make my peace with that.
I tend to be drawn to people who are similar. Very independent. And the ones who aren’t, it doesn’t work. It doesn’t last. I’m drawn to quiet people – certainly I am now.
I can’t do small talk really, and that’s fine. I’ve got old friends and family that love me, thank God. I’m grateful for what a city gives you access to, but I do feel that I’m only here until I figure out how to get out again.
People want to spend time together and I just couldn’t pretend that I wanted to do that. But now I do get it. [..] Though I still don’t do that.
I do so hate to be forced to be anything than other than what I am.
I cannot love, I want to be aloneI will not love, I want to be alone
People don’t appreciate music any more. They don’t adore it. They don’t buy vinyl and just love it. They love their laptops like their best friend, but they don’t love a record for its sound quality and its artwork.
Age is relative. Experience is relative. And I think often intensity is confused with maturity.
I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often, cynicism is confused with wisdom, and my scorn is confused with a knowing, which I don’t have.
I’m not religious, I’m not romantic and I live purely by logic. I make every decision by logic and sometimes that leads me to the right and sometimes to the wrong decision.