
Who Cares
There has always been this fear, this worry: who cares? How much does it matter? How important is it?
It’s all a barrier. Really, it’s fear.
How many tears had to dry before the garden could finally grow?
Everything feels strange now. I don’t know exactly what we’re chasing. It’s been a powerful year, to say the least. I suppose it was necessary.
Do you ever get the feeling that you don’t know whether you’re dreaming or not?
It’s funny. Everything seems like one big joke, one big comedy. I don’t mean that in a bad way. I mean that everything seems much less important and, at the same time, very important.
Everything is as it seems it should be.
Right now, I’m building the next album.
If you’re reading this, please finish your creative projects before you go.

