The story of my life has been: if there is a kindergarten of 20 young children, and 19 of them are on the climbing frames playing and screaming and shouting like monkeys and 1 is sitting in the corner facing a wall repetitively putting the pieces in and out of the same puzzle, it is the one in the corner who is in the wrong, and it is the one in the corner who has to change to become like the others. The story of my life has been: No. I don’t see why I am the one who has to change. The story of my life has been: I think the world would be a better place if more people changed to become like me, rather than me change to become like them.
I could live like — in a nice little house in ——-, but I cannot think of anything worse. Rather live in suspension, always in hotels in Vienna looking down into the Gurtel with classical music playing in room behind me, in hotel in Berlin looking down into the Ku’damm, in Brussels looking down into the Adolphe Max, climbing mountains to snowy peaks, cold and alone.
I’M ECCENTRIC! I LIKE TO MAKE WAVES!
I am teasing. I LIKE TO MAKE WAVES FOR MYSELF. I LIKE TO STIR THINGS UP. I LIKE THE STORMS. TO BE OUT ON THE STORMY SEAS, COMPLETELY ALONE, completely isolated. I like to destroy myself time and time again.
I will be that old man alone in the pub with his pint, day after day. I already am.
My freedom, or the woman I love: that is what my life came down to, and at the end inevitably I will look back and see I threw away the woman I loved because I couldn’t give up my freedom.A lonely sad cold old man I will be, missing her for so many years till I eventually die alone and she won’t even know I am dead. But I couldn’t breathe, and I cannot live like that again. Not now, perhaps never.
My sex life got worse because my drinking rendered me impotent before I left the hotel; that is why that first night in Brussels and first night in Berlin was so pleasurable, to still get strong erections even though so drunk. That was so exciting. My previous visits to Nuremberg and Vienna were pointless because by time I got to Frauentormauer I could not get an erection, time I got to Angelique I could not get an erection. I CANNOT WAIT to get back to Vienna, maybe even try Nuremberg. I have no desire for any relationship with anyone. No one at ——–. I do not want any involvement with them or anyone else. I want to stay alone, free to travel endlessly. Floating in suspension. Daydreaming.
I have no desire to talk to teacher, no desire to talk to schoolgirl, no desire to talk to any of the sexy cleaners, I really have been completely cured of all that. I am so happy to be on my own and free: to watch. To look. So free to go to Berlin, Brussels, Vienna, whenever I want.