You know what the first thing I noticed about this place was? That people look at you in the eye. Like you're a real, living, breathing human being. I'm pretty sure I've had more eye contact in the last two months than I have in the last two years. I'm not kidding. The best thing? sometimes you meet their gaze and they fucking smile!
Ah, man... these fucking things. These are probably like the single thing I hate the most about this place. These and cash. I swear I can feel myself ageing every time I cross a fucking street. And you know, the worst bit is that I actually fucking wait—here, like a fucking idiot, just like everyone else. They make me feel bad about being a normal fucking human being that crosses the street when there are no cars. That's some next-level panoptical Foucault shit, you know? That we follow these fucking things. You shut your brain off at night for one second and suddenly you're standing in some corner, waiting for the light to change, when you could've just kept walking.
I want to have kids, I do—lots of them, actually. But how am I meant to provide for a family and be present if I'm all over Europe touring my DJ set or some shit? No one ever tells you when it's time to give up on what you really want to do with your life. It's just awkward—maybe my dad would, actually; I think he's the kinda guy that would bite that kinda bullet for me. It's also not desirable. I'm not gonna be like "ah, yeah, Tina? by the way, I can't see you for the next three months because I landed this sick residency in The Netherlands". But at the same time, it's like: "how is it possible that I can't do this one thing for myself? How do I get to the point that pursuing any kind of self-fulfilment sounds so outlandish, selfish—even fucking stupid?"
I used to be afraid of failing, or like, not being successful—whatever that means.
Things feel so simple when you're a kid. You kind of have no choice. You go to the next year, you do your exams and the next, then maybe new school, uni. But, everything is cut out for you—you just have to show up, and even that is assisted. You have this loose notion of what it is to become someone, but it's really quite meaningless. When do we grow old enough to know that we won't actually be astronauts or footballers or firefighters?
I guess at some point, everyday circumstances just get in the way and suddenly you're stuck in someplace you hate for the rest of your life, or if you're lucky like us, you face some kind of tough decision. And surely you have to be bold, and you have to be conscious, present. Because it's all those little moments, all the thing's in a day's work that make up your life and go on to shape the future. So, I'm not really scared of failure anymore. I think I'm maybe scared of being somewhere that keeps me far from the little moments that really mean everything. I'm scared of not trying, but I'm even more scared of not ever noticing that I didn't even try at all.
We always think that we'll be happy when we have this or that, but really, it's all smoke. "All the beauty is in the attempt".
we're always running out of time.
I remember being 16/17 and desperately wanting to be in a band and be famous. It felt like the only way. I was unhappy and confused then, but in my head, that was the only way out. It was a simple enough and clear goal. I don't even have that anymore.
I've always been very intense, full of dreams and goals, but I think that this new way that I've been feeling. It might be my very last crisis. I know I've had a lot of them, but this time it's different because I don't have anything to chase anymore, and I don't know how to get that desire back.
How do you know you're making the right choice, right? It seems so simple, but it's not! If you're passive about the decisions you make now, like today, you end up in a 9-to-5 limbo, like everybody else. I don't want that! I tried it. It sucks. Okay—some people don't even question themselves about what they really want!! They take the first easy way out without ever trying anything else. Do you know want that for yourself?
There were these couple of nights when I couldn't sleep. Then I couldn't