I am tired from changing planes so often. waiting in the waiting rooms, bus stations, train stations, airports.
I am tired of waiting for endless passport controls.
fast shopping malls in shopping malls.
I am tired of more career decisions: museum and galllery openings, endless receptions, standing around with a glass of plain water, pretending that I am interested in conversation.
I am tired of my migrane attacks.
lonely hotel room, room service, long distance telephone calls, bad tv movies.
I am tired of always falling in love with the wrong man.
I am tired of being ashamed of my nose being too big, of my ass being too large, ashamed about the war in yugoslavia.
I want to go away, somethere so far that I am unreachable by fax or telephone.
I want to get old, really old so that nothing matters any more.
I want to understand and see clearly what is behind all of this.
I want not to want anymore.
marina abramovic,1996. dallas, usa.
fotografia de skye parrott.