If I’m eating, then I’m eating.
If I’m drinking, then I’m drinking.
If I’m walking, then I’m walking.
If I’m listening, then I’m listening.
If I’m consistently, then I’m consistently.
If I’m inconsistently, then I’m inconsistently.
If I’m playing a fool, but know it, I’m a wise man.
If I’m playing the wise man and no one knows I’m a fool, I’m still a fool.
If I’m making decisions, then I’m making decisions.
But if I don’t making decisions, I already have made my decision.
So I decide to play just one role on this world. Me.
A multipersonal being between enlightenment and madness, dancing between light and darkness, a endless moment in the twilight.
That’s my decision.
And life is my consequence.
To be an melancholic is an inner thirst to feel all. The diversity of all details and structures around us. In my mind this is the first and this will be the last I ever feel. In my mind… memorize the melancholia. This is my decision. And this art world is the consequence.