All I see scares me.
Große Lieder schreiben wollte ich immer, nur passte nie der Klang meiner Stimme.
"10. Lie through your teeth and accept cigarettes, even if you just slide them behind your ear like James Dean. In general pretend to be tougher than your father, blanker and crazier than your mother with her particular interests and phobias. Insist upon the window opened a crack. Write down what you see until you feel sick. They’ll stop. They don’t want you to puke all over the dash. That’s when you get out and wait for a different ride. Number ten is huge. Your survival as a hitchhiker depends upon it. I love you; please don’t die."
from “The Ten Essential Rules of Hitchhiking,” Bhanu Kapil,
Incubation: A Space for Monsters