Joy Division, I think you should be fine.
not good to stay home five days out of 7. But there is that moment, at about 19.00, I find myself on the couch and I think not set foot out of my studio will make the evening more peaceful, less prone to imbalances. So I decide I will stay there, stuck between my deck and the ashtray that I called whenever the window permanently open (waiting for Peter Pan?), A little windy sigh brings the ashes in my nostrils urging them to take action to bring about a 'other butt.
I'm seeing too many movies, so much to lose track of time, I do not know what time to practice over the years, a child should be awake and when you dedicate to the pure art of dream.
In fact, it happens that I am not able to distinguish the simple reality of what at that very moment I'm imagining. The two scripts overlap, I swear that I happened to have breakfast in a Japanese village during the era of the samurai and of searching through the phone number of papers Clementine.
How many times I stopped to talk in Korean (with subtitles of course) with monks, men of steel and yakuza brothers emigrated to Los Angeles.
is not bad, especially when you check behind with a demon the head of a cow, killed in an instant by a tanker of Kansas, who spends his time photographing a woman, the wife of a paranoid and suicidal rock star of Manchester.
Hey Tetsuo! How are you doing?
I'm fine even if I feel a bit 'rusty.
Do not tell me!
Here, it is certain, I need a vacation from this life. Holidays seen as a stable job, often dealing with human beings, 8 hours of sleep a day, strictly on the bed and not where it happens, a limited number of cigarettes and cups of coffee, lunch at 13.30, nutritious, healthy, sitting to eat .
would be nice if it happened, for now I see hard.
I have a few ideas on my mind, maybe because I always thought that my inspiration stemmed from being too good or too bad. So sometimes, I find myself wanting to design a new video without the proper tools to build it. Maybe it's also why I eat the ideas of others, I try to lose myself in the stories of someone else for a few hours of my forgetting. I feel pleasure to see lives destroyed and rebuilt, murder and ghostly rebirth against nature. It gives me a sense of relief, almost convinces me that the life I live, is nothing written so that a person from a professional (or myself over the years) and that would be enough to revolutionize the rubber and pencil that I will browse pages tomorrow.
There is a blank there, glued to the wall, waiting to be traced and recovered, but I already know that a few weeks before it happens. I'll leave it hanging, to remember that a sheet of white paint and that there is always at the right time, when I have the strength and ideas, the space to express myself, to experiment with new shades, there will always be.
We steal to pay for Mondadori and Feltrinelli.
