I am a simple man – I still enjoy the lost art of washing your hands before and after using the bathroom, I find courage in the occasionally tap on the back, when everything goes dark, and the back alley looks like a modern piece of art. I try not to live the same day over and over again, but, somehow, I end up making the same mistakes, closing all the doors that are left open for me. I’m never early to a party. I’m never late, either. I just don’t get invited anymore. When I was little, I was mesmerized by the choir of voices in my head – now I’m just irritated by their meaningless noise. The 4 rooms seem smaller and things are moving like crazy – it’s like an earthquake inside this heart of mine that’s behaving from time to time like a lady with high heels and low standards.
I am a simple man – I manage to complicate everything in the simplest way.