Lunch break at Barbican

Distractions are always good to a certain extent; especially if they are your own personal obligations of which you are aware are going to push you towards your desired accomplishments.

Despite the long path yet to walk and explore, you cannot help but feel excited and overly curious.

I don’t like speculations and I don’t want to have any expectations at all about what is ahead of me.

Change is all.

And the need of breaking out is also a notably crucial point to make, as the soul is the receiver of pressure and this pressure provokes your body to an extent that I myself find deadly (stress). As a result, the only response to this pressure is anger and madness.

On the creative front it can be useful, if I only filter these unpleasant emotions correctly, but this summer I failed miserably, because I cared too much. That was not what I had planned.

However, my soul has only just reminded me of what I really need.

The madness needs expansion, because I don’t want anything to be boring.

At least now I am more aware of what’s important and what is merely seasonal. There will always be moments in which you wish the transitory would never end. If only these moments weren’t so fragile. You care about everything that’s fragile and that’s the error.

I just cannot look away.

I don’t want you to attach guilt on me. I don’t want to attach guilt on myself.

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