A True Artist, In My Mind, Is

When I Was Four Or Five, I Would Organise My Cars And My Action Figures. I Needed Some Kind Of Structure, I Think.

There's Something I Love About How Stark The Contrast Is Between January And June In Sweden. In A Way, I Feel That Time Doesn't Exist In La. Sometimes I Don't Know If It's February Or April Or October, Because You're Always Sitting Outside On The Same Patio, And It's 70 Degrees.

I Have To Be Careful Because There Is Something Destructive Within Me, I Think, And I Can Have A Tendency To Just Search For The Kicks. I Can't Really Get Too Close To Someone Who's Too Destructive, Or Too Dark, Because Then I Might Go Down The Rabbit Hole Myself.

Life Isn't One-dimensional. The World Isn't Simply Divided Into Good Versus Evil. I Think We're All Capable Of Both.

Being Followed Is Weird, That People Want To Discuss Where I Ate Lunch Or What I Wear When I Go To Lunch... The Private Life Is Just Gone.