disease or insight?

I feel as if I had died already and am now living a posthumous existence.

in spite of this, truth must be told.

There is no way out or round or through.

The Outsider may be an artist, but the artist is not necessarily an Outsider.

我々の灰色の脳髄は 知らぬ間に CMと広告と"その他諸々の情報洪水"によって グチャグチャなのではないだろうか