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There will be hatred. There will be war. The country will fight itself to pieces. It will starve its people, ravage its land, poison its breath. Shanghai will fall and break and cry. But alongside everything, there has to be love - eternal, undying, enduring. Burn through vengeance and terror and warfare. Burn through everything that fuels the human heart and Sears it red, burn through everything that covers the outside with hard muscle and tough sinew. Cut down deep and grab what beats beneath, and it is love that will survive after everything else has perished.

there are two forces that have always been at war with each other. those who repress, who command, who don’t want us to be conscious, enquiring beings, and those who want us to know more, to be stronger and wiser, to explore.

Never love a wild thing

ti prometto che non ti farò mai del male. 

beauty was your armour. fragile stuff, all show. but what’s inside you? that’s steel. it’s brave and unbreakable. and it doesn’t need fixing.

breathin’ (2018)

I love you my sons. Look at that. Remember this place. Home.

Because time is cruel to all, and crueler still to artists. Because visions weakens, and voices wither, and talent fades.... Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end... everyone wants to be remembered.