“Logic is a sin. I despise reality, I choose opera. I want the audience to stand up and faint. I demand an ovation.
Simplicity is also a sin. I despise the effortless. One word flashes in my head and doesn’t leave me alone: “complex”. Despite my efforts for finding a simple route, I bite my lips until they bleed, carving new trails with my nails and making the grass grow on those paths, with my saliva and my breath.
I write about myself because I don’t know anybody else, or anything else. I went far away from everything I knew and ever loved, to embark on a journey that although has a clear end in my mental map, it is a now an endless net of roads built as they are walked by a blind man.
I’ve just said I know myself but I haven’t got the slightest idea of who I am or what I need.