Today I can't bring myself to start working. I pant and I pant some more, and I run and I run some more. I am exhausted. And if I stop, I will just be average, you see. I cannot stop. I cannot be average. I will disappear. How to disappear. If I disappear I will be even less deserving than I am right now. Probably happier. But I would have to explain my tricks. How did I get this far. Today I stare at the wall. There is something about the wall. It's shining white. It's plain. It's clean. It's normal. It's just a wall. No, it's not. The distance between pride and vanity is the distance between a wall that is shining white and clean and a wall that is plain and normal. I stare at the wall and once again, I crumble. I am smoke and mirrors, most of the time. I was smoke and mirrors yesterday when I was talking on the radio. And the day before when I gave a big ...
You can be every little thing you want nobody to know. Maledizione.