All my worst fears have been met. I keep pushing myself to believe better of people, but it always seems to come to disappointment. One thing I've learnt these past few days is if you want attention, keep it big, colourful or have hundreds of them. I have none of the above. Unfortunately, selling out on my principles wasn't my intention. Maybe I should have afterall. At least I'd have something to show after three fucking years. Money really does make the world go round.
What the fuck do I do now? I feel let down. I trusted these people. Maybe I should have a bonfire and burn everything I have done. It's all pretty worthless. What a complete waste of my life.
All that is solid melts into air. Again and again.
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I have to mention one of my favourite books in recent years: Philip Marsdens Spirit-Wrestlers : A Russian Journey . There's a particular...