I want to see you. It’s egoistical, it’s primal, it’s ugly, but that’s the way it is. Come on, let’s fuck, let’s not think about it. We’ll tear off skin, hair, clothes; we’ll rip each other apart like a packet of crisps and then let each other go. Lightly, without commitment, without grand declarations and serenades; we’ll hurt each other and forget each other.
Embedded within our daily routine with so many duties, rules, standards, expectations, I think that most of us have this longing for freedom, that seems like an endless ocean and abducts us out of our small world for a few moments. But what kind of freedom and how much of it do most people really want?