I had what I thought was a good idea. I was thoroughly sick of myself; I was bored, angry and irritated with the person I had become. My early years had seemed quite promising, but when I realised exactly what that promise entailed, my enthusiasm for who I was died, as if introduced to a vacuum. My idea was to reach down my throat with my fingers, grab hold of my insides, and pull them out of my mouth.
from Small Thoughts by Stanley Donwood
I took this photo in Berlin last year.