My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure. I create a myth and a legend, a lie, a fairy tale, a magical world, and one that collapses every day and makes me feel like going the way of Virginia Woolf. I have tried to be not neurotic, not romantic, not destructive, but may be all of these in disguises.

Jude St. Francis once said:

spend less time on social media, wake up early even if you go to bed late, you’ll adjust and start wanting to sleep earlier too. spend actual time making food that’s good for you and that you like. look after your skin and not just your face, you have a whole body. give yourself time to read that pile of unread books, watch old movies and go to the cinema to see new ones, go alone too. call your friends more, if you can’t see them often or they aren’t local to you then call them.. while out grocery shopping to keep each other company or while at home letting hours pass without realising. also while grocery shopping, pick out the good fruit and veg, learn what’s in season and learn how to tell which are good picks. go on walks and take your time, breathe in the air and don’t spend the whole time counting your steps, look around you. take a day trip to somewhere new, yes you can even do that alone, maybe you can ask your friend to join you the next time you call though.