(the image above:) a short interlude, about my work as a designer and artist on this book, the layers i created and the grid.

"the pathetic teachers we had to endure.. they had their way with our minds. they were art exilers, art annihilators, spirit exterminators, student killers.."

"out of despair i turned into an ARTIST,i turned into a cirtuoso pianist... the hated arber piano in our music room gave me that idea, i used the idea as a weapon against them, and i developed it into a high grade weapon  of perfection"

"all of a sudden i could not breath that air here..the walls here made me sick, and the rooms threatened to suffocate me."

the moment he became Glenn Gould

"when we look at this view, we are striked with terror. we don't ever want to go back to this view, everything is always grey, and the people make a depressing impression"

"the elders are tightwads"

"the drowners - we invest our time to salvage ourselves from these endless people".

"wertheimer burned vast amounts of notes.."

"i asked franz to leave me alone in wertheimer's room, and i heard Glenn's "goldberg Vartiations" record on Wertheimer's record player that was still open
that was still open
still open
still open..."