just immerssed in ego, superego and id theories, freud, me and my self portraits, in the "ways of seeing" according to jonh berger or "the work of art in the age of mechanical reproduction" according to walter benjamin. basically in everything and nothing, in people and in the autumm light. wondering about what home is or what i need to feel at home, which is probably just my computer and a song, or maybe that's only what makes me and home is everyhing else, or how can we be destructive just by looking for happiness. how can you rely on what you see or what you experience. my stability is instability. it´s extremes and impulses and id. it´s all about killing the superego, which is the strongest. or maybe not and im just as confused as anyone else who tries to explain this. it's all about how my brainstorm becomes a mess so quicly.

london has never been this beautiful before.



there are probably a few mistakes in the text but sometimes there s no time to go back and correct everything.

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