mason

I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things.

My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.

QUESTION: why do we mortals love icarus so?   ANSWER: because he flew, darling. he fell, yes, but first he dared to soar. we are all trying to learn from him.

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.

If traveling was free