especially some paragraphs in when he describes his experience and as totally struggling new york actor with steppenwolf syndrome.  “It wasn’t really a living room, just a big empty space that we dreamed of doing ‘True West’ in. But we ended up drinking too much and had one poetry reading. It was a space where we could have parties to raise the money to make rent.”

I’ve been desperately drawn to all kinds of actor success stories in the last week.

“We were brave enough, we did not spare ourselves or other people: but for a long time we did not know what to do with our courage. We became miserable, people called us fatalists…We thirsted for lightning and action, we stayed as far away as possible from the happiness of weaklings, from resignation. There was a storm in our air, the nature that we are grew dark- because we had no path. Formula for our happiness: a yes, a no, a straight line, a goal…”

—Nietzsche’s The Anti-Christ.