Explain to me why you exist. You've no idea. You'll say: I exist to make my children happy. But you know it's not really true. You'll say: I exist to protect my country from barbaric invasions. That's not enough. You'll say: I exist because God wants me to. That's a tale to tell the children. You'll never know why you exist, but you'll always allow yourselves to be easily persuaded to take life seriously. You'll never understand that life is a ply on words, because you'll never be alone enough to refuse hate, judgements, and everything that needs a great effort, in favour of an even, calm state of mind in which everything is equal and unimportant.
image: Arthur Rimbaud in New York (1978 - 1980) by David Wojnarowicz
music: Don't Ask (2008) by Grizzly Bear (reworked by Final Fantasy/Owen Pallett)
text: Lecture on dada (1922) by Tristan Tzara