My first breakup happened when I was in standard 9th. I remember being very lost, and for me, it was like the end of the world, and I will never find another girl.
My way to think about creation is like the end of the world. I love confusion. So music and image, picture, fabrics, people, person, talk: That's my way to work. And food. And perfumes. I love perfumes. And flowers and plants, and dresses and vintage.
When I competed in jiu-jitsu and judo, I had losses. We never accept to lose, but we learn that it's not the end of the world. It's not.
I blacked out in a Rite Aid. The doctor told me my heart function was at 5 percent. I spent two months in the hospital waiting to have a transplant. For me, that was the end of the world.
It's not the end of the world to lose.
It is true that I will confess that I have an incredible fascination for pop-culture stories about the Apocalypse and the end of the world.
I'm competitive and I don't want to get out, but it's not the end of the world.
No one's up in arms about these PG-13 movies where it's literally about the end of the world.
Sure, I suffered a lot. But it's not like the end of the world and it's not who I am. I lead quite a pleasant life and I'm able to divorce a perceived reality from my actual experience of life.
I've really enjoyed B.R.P.D. since its first days when Guy Davis was an artist on the title, and if anyone is looking for an end of the world Cthulhu apocalypse title, Mignola and Arcudi and the artists who work the title do a fantastic job.
