“Gun is the reduction of an action to the human hand –a search for reality. It is an exercise in futility and a map of the accumulation of debris over time. The absurdity of throwing ash acts as a metaphor for man’s obsession with the unattainable, offering a glimpse at base human nature. The aggression of the gun is echoed by the hand’s sudden arrival into the frame, yet its insufficiency is quickly revealed by the ephemeral nature of the ash. Gun demonstrates a discontinuity in the paradigm of cause and effect, where the hostile action produces a passive result.”
When you’re down, when you’ve been kicked down in the street and then kicked a few more times until you’re bleeding and your teeth are out, then you only have up to go. You get reborn again, and expectations aren’t so great because they’ve taken you away. It’s beautiful to be down there. It’s so beautiful.
"And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure, it’s that this girl is gonna crush me like a small bug, leave me so fucking broken there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died. But I’m like, go ahead. I’m all yours. I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm, cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like."