The more I write the more discouraged I feel. I just can’t find my way round this irony and neither can I accept this paradoxical way of thinking any longer. Also I fell in love with Joy Division’s music ten years too late. If you say there’s never a ‘too late for anything’ then you are wrong. People just say this to kindly encourage you.
If it’s too late – just you do it anyway. This is all that counts. Who cares about the time anyway? In reality they prefer ‘too late’ to ‘too early’, didn’t you know?

I find it fascinating how dark this room gets by the time it’s late in the afternoon. And the crow is still sitting on the antenna with no fear of height or danger. I wonder how much information is too much information. The crow is gone.

I don’t like Joy Division’s music that much to be honest. The only interesting thing they created is the living soul that dwells in their music. And I don’t mean Ian Curtis, because he was a coward. But at least there is always something heroic about admitting it in a poetic and tactful way, although a little part of me thinks that it’s just an excuse.
Self expression without having to talk, self fulfilment without having to talk. Just the silence in a rope.

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