Finesse and refinement are admirable qualities, but they are not the artist’s ultimate goals; and, indeed, they can stand in the way of those goals.
God, it's like reality's completely shifted on me. I used to think I was standing on such solid ground. If I wanted something badly enough, I just worked like hell for it. Now I can't decide what to do, which move to make. All the things I counted on...
There's solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.
These are the stories that we tell ourselves and only ourselves, and they are better left unshared.
