I lack the confidence, courage and energy to fight for it. And it's something I hold dear to me, but I'd rather live in a permanent state of clutter than put any effort in form and structure.

(You cannot escape from the common herd because of a silly talent. Who do you think you are?

Over possessed by bitterness and envy, I'll call it inessential, anyway. All I have is the desperate hope it will burden you one day.

My green eye is twitching frantically.)

In my mind, a deeply rooted, sane belief says it is not possible for a product of such beauty to burden. Fuck.