Your Responsibility Is Not To The People

Beware Of That Monster Called 'self-loathing'.

That Didn’t Happen, Of Course. Things Never Happened The Way I Imagined Them.

How Strange And How Lovely It Is To Be Anything At All.

My Parents Always Liked It When I Cursed In Front Of Them. I Could See The Pleasure Of It In Their Faces. It Signified That I Trusted Them, That I Was Myself In Front Of Them.

Amsterdam Is Like The Rings Of A Tree: It Gets Older As You Get Closer To The Center.