P-chan's messy head
Sometimes when I’m walking among youngsters, I feel like my entire life has walked past me without looking at me. Then I realize how much I hate these kids because they make me jealous. No, at the end of the day, it’s not them that I hate. But it’s obvious who I do hate. The Read More …
I hate secrets; I hate how they make people dishonest with me. There is a myriad of self-pity, and I don’t know what the hell it is all about. And if I say, “Talk to me,” they would bite their lower lip, indicating, “I don’t know if I can trust you.” Then do me a Read More …
It’s nice to have you guys back in Germany and touring Europe in general. I know the tour has only just begun, but how has it been so far? What are your expectations for this tour? The first two days have already hinted at what the rest of the tour is going to be like, Read More …
Nostalgia is the only way for me not to forget the way I used to be. I need my reminders to remain warm inside. Your heart does die when you get older. You realize this when you suddenly hate the things you used to love as a kid, things that used to make you overly Read More …
I smiled the other day. When Kerouac was in London on Baker Street, he literally went searching for Sherlock Holmes’ address…I think this is what happens if you lose your mind in fiction. Writers are such wishful escapists. This is by far my favourite book of his. The way he talks about his mother made Read More …