cold day

Cold day. I have nothing to write. What I wanted to do when I was young was nothing but living my life, but what the hell is life? When I was young, when I was 20's, I lived in Paris, just for one year, I studied french literature at Paris university, so what. So what. Yes, like Miles, So what. Life? So what. 

I do not know what I want to do. This is a problem of my desire. I can not live. What I use when I work is just logic, and this is why my job is not art, but fundamentally life is art, the world is theatre, I am an actor.