Why can't I be with someone who gives as much as me? I doubt I could even be happy then.
Sometimes I dream about a situation where I would be kiddnapped by some publisher, forced into a room with water, a toilet, food and a word processer. Forced to write 24/7, no life, seperated, just me and the artistic moment.
Then I could be who I really want to be without having to make excuses for myself.
Ah, Dischordia.
Sometimes I dream about a situation where I would be kiddnapped by some publisher, forced into a room with water, a toilet, food and a word processer. Forced to write 24/7, no life, seperated, just me and the artistic moment.
Then I could be who I really want to be without having to make excuses for myself.
Ah, Dischordia.
Well, I guess that you could sit on the pot and write at the same time, as long as you don't have to drink water from the toilet! So, if you have a word processor, does that mean that you have Internet, too?