I Cannot Stand Public Attention,

Every Day, A Piece Of Music, A Short Story, Or A Poem Dies Because Its Existence Is No Longer Justified In Our Time. And Things That Were Once Considered Immortal Have Become Mortal Again, No One Knows Them Anymore. Even Though They Deserve To Survive.

It Could Draw From A Greater Reservoir Of Freedom. The Irony Could Develop An Even Greater Ease.

Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

Seek And You Shall Find The Repulsive Things You Secretly Hope To Find.

I Have The Feeling It Will Influence My Future Writing To The Extent That Without Any Material Worries I Could Develop A Greater Ease, Even Lightheartedness, In My Writing