All I've ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and lost myself in watching.

I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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SCHOEN MAGAZINE BY PHILIPP MUELLER
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Dan GrahamGroovy Spiral, 2013Two-way mirror, stainless steel, 453 x 731 x 230 (h) cm