I'm sick of convincing myself that anything could be a sign, I'm sick of seeing things and thinking that it could mean something. Maybe it doesn't mean anything. Maybe I just believe too much, or in the wrong people, in the wrong things.
I'm trying to be as upbeat as I can here. Just give me a few days, I'll find it in myself.
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: 'It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.'" - Jim Jarmusch
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