I don`t want any more vicissitudes, I don`t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I`ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.
I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don`t know, read something or write my masterpiece.