You know I thought so often that I wanted this moment to go on forever. When I DJed. Made a track. Listened to one. Fucked. And then when the moment was over I wanted it back. So much. And sometimes I got it back. But now whenever I have this thought I remember that the universe is going to end. And before that the human race is going to die out. And before that I’m going to die. And before that I’m going to grow old and bitter and dumb. And before that I’ll need to shit.

So I just thought: Fuck it. I’ll only listen to, produce and DJ trap from now on.