he was the kind of guy that never listened. the type that ask a lot of questions while their eyes wander over your shoulders. in the beginning i think he might have been just nervous and pubescent. but later on, you could tell, suburban.
living downtown is no badge. but you've got to respect it. lots of people come to mingle and browse here. but they don't get it.
i think to be an artist you need to live in a fantasy land. because if you live in the real world, there's no time for that bullshit.
but sometimes the real world turns into art. and people like you and me try to make money from these moments. and also we try to not be seen to do that.
thinking gets you nowhere.
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