I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
- ignore all texts
- ignore all phone calls
- never ever answer the door
- pretend to forget all plans ever made
- run errands only at night or early morning hours
- don’t click messages in facebook so people don’t know you saw it
[O]ne trillion, trillion, trillion years from now, the accelerating expansion of the universe will have disintegrated the fabric of matter itself, terminating the possibility of embodiment. Every star in the universe will have burnt out, plunging the cosmos into a state of absolute darkness and leaving behind nothing but spent husks of collapsed matter. All free matter, whether on planetary surfaces or in interstellar space, will have decayed, eradicating any remnants of life…. [T]he stellar corpses littering the empty universe will evaporate into a brief hailstorm of elementary particles. Atoms themselves will cease to exist. Only the implacable gravitational expansion will continue, driven by the currently inexplicable force called ‘dark energy’, which will keep pushing the extinguished universe deeper and deeper into an eternal and unfathomable blackness.
You are free and that is why you are lost.
For you, a thousand times over.