Sometimes I think I have until I’m 28 to become famous. Otherwise I’ll die obscure.

I once read that fame is like a shiny linen suit you always wanted. Yet when you’re given you become over-protective, wearing it less and less until it can only be found in your wardrobe.

I still want the suit though, because I have a wardrobe. I mean this literally and figuratively.


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