We''re all misfits here, he says, almost proudly. That's why I started this squat, after all.? For people like us, who don't fit in anywhere else.? Halfies and homos and hopeless romantics, the outcast and outrageous and terminally weird.? That's where art comes from, Jimmy, my friend.? From our weirdnesses and our differences, from our manic fixations, our obsessions, our passions.? From all those wild and wacky things that make each of us unique.
There are people who are generic. They make generic responses and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box and they think people who don't fit into their box are weird. But I'll tell you what, generic people are the weird people. They are like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance.
It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town´s fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too