Who is this strange face?
I don't recognize myself anymore. I tried to find myself, through searching existentialism. So far I've found nothing. Grant it, the subject is infinitely interesting, but for me, just another pursuit of emptiness. Will I ever find what I'm looking for? Will I ever find myself again? Where have I gone? Where am I?
Maybe Morrissey is right, I do look tired. Tired of what, I don't know. Maybe instead of spending all this energy trying to find myself, I should just create myself. Invent a character that would surround me, that would exemplify what I would like to be, then I could strive to be this ethereal person that I idealize.
Maybe that could work. In the meantime, I'll lose myself in music and try to find whatever remains.