"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically,
in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, And when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, One way or another.”
Received lots of praises today. But I didn’t feel good. No. I felt that I-finally-outwitted-Moriarty-into-blowing-his-brains-out-but-the-chaos-will-never-be-cancelled-unless-I-plummet-to-my-death-so-allow-me-to-contemplate-how-not-to-die-but-make-everyone-believe-I-actually-did-on-this-painfully-ashen-day-for-there-must-be-season-3 sort of feeling, again. Something’s coming. Something clusterfucker-ish, I just know it.