love. people.

I love people. Everybody. 

I love them, i think, as a stamp collector loves his colection,

Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

My love`s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person.

But i am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one i`ll ever have.

And you canot regar your life with objective curiosity all the time...

de Sylvia Plath