The โMuseโ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.
I was free with every road as my home. No limitations and no commitments. But then summer passed and winter came and I fell short for safety. I fell for its spell, slowly humming me to sleep, because I was tired and small, too weak to take or handle those opinions and views, attacking me from every angle. Against my art, against my self, against my very way of living. I collected my thoughts, my few possessions and built isolated walls around my values and character. I protected my own definition of beauty and success like a treasure at the bottom of the sea, for no one saw what I saw, or felt the same as I did, and so I wanted to keep to myself. You hide to protect yourself.
Kufika hapa nilipofika leo nilijitolea vitu vingi na mambo mengi katika maisha yangu. Niliishi katika uhamisho wa kijamii kwa ajili ya mafanikio. Nilijitolea muda. Nilijitolea usingizi. Nilijitolea starehe. Wakati wengine wakienda baa mimi nilikuwa kazini. Wakati wengine wamelala, mimi nilikuwa macho nikifanya kazi. Wakati wengine wakiangalia vipindi pendwa vya televisheni, mimi nilikuwa nikiangalia vipindi visivyopendeka vya televisheni. Wakati wengine wana muda wa kuchezea, mimi nilikuwa nikiyaendesha maisha yangu kwa ratiba maalumu.