“As it happens, I don’t see myself as a drawer that needs classifying. Things aren’t fixed and I’m not fixed. (…) I can’t see myself as someone completely achieved, done, dead. I’m seeing myself as someone who’s still moving, alive, with his contradictions.”
There’s something behind you.
What is it that’s holding you back and blindfolding you?
Is it this labyrinth of thoughts?
Is it this terrible mantra?
Is it your own self, pulling hard in another direction you won’t acknowledge?