I hope when I'm old I can look atmy photographsmy journalsmy sketchesmy songsmy lifeand be rebornthrough the flames of ignorance and blissand inconceivable naïvetèso that one day I can rememberthe utter stupidity of youth.The heavenly state of knowingnothing,and knowing it well.And feeling as if it entitles me to an entirety outside of everything with whichI've been presented.What better state to assess the worldthan an unbiased mindfull of misunderstanding and misdeed?
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