Where did the sun go, where's my summer's day?
Nothing has changed about the fact that I am adventurous. I just can’t bear things that are not beautiful. I wonder how people listen to television’s shitty sounds and pictures.
As years go by, I understand better how, in my mind, things find their importance according to their beauty. This might be insane but even believing in God, to me, is execrable simply because it evokes ‘fear’ and fear is not ‘beautiful’.
The beauty of this piece lies in the fact that it does not try to say anything deep or intimidate you.
