“pisseur de copie”
“Start copying what you love. Copy copy copy copy. At the end of the copy you will find yourself.”
“Start copying what you love. Copy copy copy copy. At the end of the copy you will find your self.”
“For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.”
“Everytime you make a copy of the copy, you lose clarity.”
“This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you”