Pick a name, pick a part
It’s a race but we don’t know how we got in
Keep the face, keep the pace
The rules keep changing in your mind games
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
I could build you a home on high
I could lay each and every brick
Will you be there by my side?
Will you do the trick?
If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life – and only then will I be free to become myself.