You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

Like petals, we all must eventually fall.

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Art is an evolutionary act. The shape of art and its role in society is constantly changing. At no point is art static. There are no rules.

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.