“The best still is the one outside the picture.”
I think I stole the line from someone’s lips, maybe someone I adored. Who knows if it’s true?
I wish I could learn how to scream. But mostly I just keep quiet.
Yesterday, I filmed myself jumping in bed.
“I’m afraid of a lot of stupid things”, I told my friend, “and I built a tower out of mattresses.”
I painted a room white and now I’m waiting for it to get filled by everyday’s anxiety.
“Try again, fail again, fail better.”—Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot, 1953.