"To let yourself go, sometimes, is the only answer to have been let go yourself. When I suddenly found myself without a band, temporarily homeless, somehow stuck in a Paul Auster-novel and crossing a red light in Greenpoint, Brooklyn with my eyes closed - I realized exactly that. Unhealthy as it may have been, this act of surrendering also brought clarity and urge with it. And I started writing for mine and noone else's sake again"
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