I’m high as fuck what have I done
The middle three I think are especially poignant, because I think when images of destruction, violence, and death are seen in black and white, there’s a sort of unreality about them…a tendency to see them as history, the stuff of textbooks, and not as real things that really happened.
Ignoring fame was my rebellion, in a funny way. I was insistent on being normal and doing normal things. It probably wasn’t advisable to go to college in America and room with a complete stranger. And it probably wasn’t wise to share a bathroom with eight other people in a coed dorm. Looking back, that was crazy.