That sort of thing never really affected me; it needed angles. It needed to shock me, kick me in the teeth, throttle the lethargy from my body, awaken my senses and question my questions. I never had a methodology, a schematic or predetermined model – abstraction and chaos was the closest I ever wanted to come to having any sense of formula. Success and failure; love and hate; war and peace; they all have inbetweens, grey areas and confusions. There’s never just one point of view and there’s never one single ideological redemption.
The pompous, the self-righteous, the meek and the humble? They are all friends and enemies of mine, sometimes at the same time – I wouldn’t have it any other way; otherwise my perception of existence would become a futile journey across an infinitely barren and disengaging wasteland... and that is a truly lonely voyage.
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