I'm Someone Who Loves To

Eight Years Ago, I Was Drawn Into Keats's World By Andrew Motion's Biography. Soon I Was Reading Back And Forth Between Keats's Letters And His Poems. The Letters Were Fresh, Intimate And Irreverent, As Though He Were Present And Speaking. The Keats Spell Went Very Deep For Me.

You Know, Sex Is Actually Not So Original As The Way People Love Or The Stories Behind Each Relationship, Which Is What You Remember. Sex Is Sex In The End.

That's Just How I See Things On A Base Level: There's So Much Going On. Or At Least I Like To Have That Feeling. It's Part Of Being Interested In Notions Of Reality Apart From Storytelling. I Don't Know If It Has Something To Do With Having An Art School Education, Which Makes You Aware Of The Way Visuals Speak, Or Makes You Trust Them More.

Tragedy Makes You Grow Up.

I Think This Is Interesting, Us Human Creatures Are Capable Of Love, And It's A Very Powerful Emotion. It Also Can Go Awfully Wrong.