Thinking about the narcissism behind what I do — the self, self, self — and how difficult it is for me to really share things, even though I think I am sharing all the time
I love my passion for life, the ups and the downs. Sometimes they come from outside, and other times they just manifest themselves within me. But today’s sadness is from the outside. And there’s nothing I can do about it apart from try and understand life and its complexities. I know that it always rains on the other side of the mountain.
Emin Tracey. “My heart was like a star that had died, but part of me still shone.” in “The Independent”, 5 marzo 2009
