I don't want to escape without leaving trace of my existance. I want to run away with my thoughts poured where anybody could see them.
Why would humans experience dopamine and adrenaline if we didn't create art through them.
How would we recognize the best moments of our lives if it wasn't for melancholy and nostalgia.
I dont't want to run away if it meant that I wouldn't experience my emotions in their fullest extent.

My creations might be too personal, calculated as intentionally abstract, bizarrely mathematical and musical; it's a way to find myself while trying to forget about the anguish from reality.
My sister and I have this joke about my intrigue about running away in a high speed vehicle;
but I just want to feel anxious in constant movement, in constant creation.

If I'm art and I create art, I can create myself>.