QuoteRelease

Time and again, he inserts two lovers inside his meticulous compositions, where they reveal passions that by virtue of their excesses remind us of how drained of life the modern world truly is.

I think I'm drained of life. I'm a reputation, I'm a word of mouth, I'm entirely defined by the vocal chords of others, all humming and vibrating and churning the different ranges of tonal sound, all saying around the same words. They are misinformed, and they hum the sweet chords of deception.

That's the most interesting thing to me, is to look around and wonder, who really knows me? Can anyone? People are so guarded, myself among them. Perhaps I, in particular, suffer from this syndrome. I tell people I'm a compulsive liar, when actually I don't think I am. That probably makes me a compulsive liar.

There's a very real comfort in this. You don't have to be anything to other people, and you don't have to commit to anything if you never reveal yourself. You can allow yourself to live in indecision forever, and if you're good enough, you can manage to come off as mysterious, even charming.

Which is all very fun to begin with. The problems start when you really get to know a girl, and spend lots of time with her. What happens, see, is you never get any further than a certain point, because you're not there enough for it to happen. It's like you walk along a sandy beach and all of a sudden find yourself at the edge of a giant cliff, with a blackness just a few steps away. You can't see past it, and you hope there's something beyond it, but really who has the time in this modern life to take that risk?

I can't remember the number of times I've met a girl, hit it off really well, then just sat in this stupor--forever sitting at the edge of the void, with nothing in your pockets.