I watched myself fight against my own presence a stupid occupancy of space I have been annoyed at myself because I was even there attempting to shut myself up, I talk too much, move a bit somewhere else, Anna, get into the light at all costs come on, feel something else than randomness. I have been pretending I was not totally random. I watched myself destroy the chances of serenity and normality, any sense of structure I yearned for. I watched myself think I could not get any better than what I turned out to be and decided many times that I was not going to recover from pain from tiredness that I was doomed to be myself, and I had no other choice than pretend to be extreme to be interesting. And look, I am extreme. If extreme means that I dig even when there is no land remaining to dig. God, I am extreme. But digging more, into the nothingness at times, was always meant to allow for ra...
You can be every little thing you want nobody to know. Maledizione.