Friday, April 02, 2010


Dear you

I am giving up writing. I will let myself be a hack, write my pirate book, become wealthy I hope, but I am giving up my belief in myself as an artist.

I believed that I could write what it is, see into the world and make it into art. I believed that I could write work that would move millions. I believed in myself, that I had been right not to become like everyone else, to make money everything and value nothing and nobody, to not lose faith that I had something to offer that ultimately could not be resisted.

But I can't. I can't move even one. I have tried the artifice I have and it was worthless, pointless. How could I ever have imagined that I could make something that people would cherish when with the coin I have, I cannot buy hello?

That is all. I could write more but I already told you I love you and that's all I had to say anyway. That is all.