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now im just gonna smash every one of my sculptures.............

Last week I briefly saw her outside a shoppingmall and I went home and made…in clay. I feel very guilty and sick

I spoke to a young bright man in the city workingä at mcdonlds: ”im wasting my life” and then I drive trough a village, an old man tells me ”no one wants to take over my craft, im the last generation of…” Every day the people tell me things that seem…perfekt. I dont know….

I only try to make something.. and it becomes ugly. But i wand to … . . . Think about. . . . . . a woman when i have. marble dust on my hands. A woman wojld hold my hand.