My Soul Is Not My Own Any

I Am Leaving The Town To The Invaders: Increasingly Numerous, Mediocre, Dirty, Badly Behaved, Shameless Tourists.

A Photograph Can Be An Instant Of Life Captured For Eternity That Will Never Cease Looking Back At You.

I Really Am A Cat Transformed Into A Woman.

On The Outside One Is A Star. But In Reality, One Is Completely Alone, Doubting Everything. To Experience This Loneliness Of Soul Is The Hardest Thing In The World.

I Didn't Throw Myself Off My Balcony Only Because I Knew People Would Photograph Me Lying Dead.