I’m a poet, the people I love will always be somewhere else.
Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry.
fat isn’t an insult skinny isn’t a compliment they’re just words describing body types please drill that in your heads
Writers and filmakers, that is, people who describe the world, suffer from an occupational disease. They never experience moments in life quite spontaneously. You always look at yourself from the outside. Even as a child I always observed myself and the world. I believe that everyone who chooses this path in any way, who chooses to be a describer of life, suffers from this condition. It’s like a mental obsession. It can be a great pity too. It robs you of a certain joy in spontaneity.
- person: get your license
- me: The Road Is A Terrifying Place And I Am Very Afraid To Drive