Once, when I was six...

That incomplete thought keeps popping up in my brain. I desperately want to tell people about something that happened once when I was six, only I can't remember anything that happened to me when I was six. I barely even remember being six. Most likely it was some insane life-defining moment that I can't remember. No wonder I sometimes feel like my life has no direction, I can't even remember the most important event of my life that happened when I was six.

I am an artist. I actually think of myself that way now. It feels weird. Now that I have declared myself an artist, I wonder if I have at the same time condemned myself to a life of insanity or poverty or both.

I love music. I don't know what I would do if I ever went deaf. Music is so amazing, art that you listen to. Beautiful.