This is the artist, then, life&#39;s hungry man, the glutton of eternity, beauty&#39;s miser, glory&#39;s slave.

He doesn’t love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didn’t know any better. When I trusted everyone. I’m not that person any more. He’s just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but he’s just a boy. There were a lot of them.

With time, I realised that the people around you are temporary. They are with you when they need you and they left you when their need is fulfilled. So start caring yourself and love yourself first.

I always try to be alert to the potential for repetition, for a decaying orbit with regard to my use of technique, etc.

Written By Jeff Vandermeer

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