My Earliest Memory Is Aged Three, Seeing

My Ideal Life Is Just Lounging Around The House And Every Once In A While I'll Kind Of Write Something, And Then I'll Leave And Eat Something And Masturbate Or Whatever - Just This Very Fluid Life Of Comforting Myself.

There's Always The Sense That You Should Strike While The Iron's Hot And While There Are All These Opportunities, But That's Not The Way I Get Ideas. It Has To Be More Organic, Building Up Through Living And Through Experiencing Things.

That Is My Problem With Life, I Rush Through It, Like I'm Being Chased. Even Things Whose Whole Point Is Slowness, Like Drinking Relaxing Tea. When I Drink Relaxing Tea I Suck It Down As If I'm In A Contest For Who Can Drink Relaxing Tea The Quickest.

Nothing Really Mattered, And Nothing Could Be Lost.

My Job Is To Have New Ideas And Take Risks Every Day, So I'm Always Looking Forward To The Next Thing Being Done Or Making The Next Thing That I Haven't Yet Gotten To. That's Sort Of The Constant In My Life.