29 7 / 2014
"My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me."
28 7 / 2014
Today I was waiting to pay at the supermarket and the clerk in the next line over started whistling “All Star” by Smash Mouth. He was doing it very deliberately at the guy bagging in my line but I couldn’t tell if he was being friendly or aggressive. It was a little of both. He whistled the entire song front to back, all the verses and all the choruses. It was the cruelest thing I’ve ever seen another human being do.
28 7 / 2014
"Even if someone makes something terrible—like the music the Insane Clown Posse makes—at least they’re doing something that speaks to them. And they kept going even though people told them it was terrible. And they found their audience, and now they built a community around their work. Look, you couldn’t pay me to listen to their music, but I still feel like I have more in common with the Insane Clown Posse than I do with someone who just sits on the sidelines and shits on other people’s work and who never puts themselves on the line."