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Time’s just a killing system
Having an argument with your younger self
All my troubles seem so far away from me
I will leave on the first of December and be home again for Christmas, so as to enable me to ‘spend the holidays with my family’. The human aspect has not been forgotten, then. How splendid
I don’t think about art when I’m working. I try to think about life
That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighbourhood
The young are braver than the old, it should not be like this
The old ways don’t work
If I could only be that boy again
