In a fixated, neurotic kind of way I feel the need to be constantly making these lists or collections of everything that is special to me, or even just relevant. The internet is giving out constant iconic ideas of style and developments everyday day instead of every year, like 50 years ago. I mean it’s moving so fast. I cannot explain myself properly. There is something going on here, but it’s hard to be articulate. I mean that, at the moment, we have everything on demand, as in, we have Google. It’s very easy. We are evolving pretty quickly. Trends are fast. Trends are for the young. I want to be Walden. Nothing I write is any good, I know it, I’m just not smart enough, i don’t have the energy. I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore. I’m so uneven; i don’t give a shit about grammar.