I don't feel right judging whether my life is good or bad.
I am privileged, but that doesn't mean I don't have problems.
I choose not to listen to or watch news.
There are parts of my mind I can't rationalize with, and I don't like that.
I try to be authentic.
I feel like I was conceived in a jar.
I was born male and I identify as male, but I don't think it would've mattered if I were female.
I'm going through some significant personal changes at the moment.
Einstein on the Beach is my biggest inspiration.
I feel obliged to better the world, but I'm not sure how.
I'll be damned if I ever interrupt anyone.
Don't ask me if I'm a good person without first telling me what you mean by good.
My mind finds really elaborate ways to procrastinate. I'm probably doing it now.
I want to "get" poetry, but I rarely do.
I'm okay at drawing and half-decent if I actually put in the time.
Nobody's ever told me that I'm cute or that I'm ugly.
I want to think more irrationally, because my rational mind does not fall in love.
There are things that I should say but don't because they feel "cliché."
I realized at a young age I prefer "interesting" things over "happy" things.
I need novelty like I need food.
I can and will elaborate. Do you want the truth or not?
I'm very opinionated about design and typography.
I don't want to get addicted to drugs or alcohol; I just want to see what happens.
I use real-world calculators and notebooks because I've been in front of a screen for far too long.
Television was never a thing; I moused around websites in my free time.
I feel like a child. I don't want to feel like a child.
I feel intelligent and capable, but not in any way useful to the world.
I love writing letters—more than texting or real conversation.
I'm sure there's a God, but I'm not sure which one.
Just because it benefits you to believe it doesn't mean it's true.
I can't detect lies, but I'm good at detecting deceitful intentions.
I actually read the terms of service sometimes.
Composition is in every regard a different practice from performance.
I suck at explaining things.
Rest In Peace Robert Wilson.