Basically, at the time, my understanding of the world was framed entirely by my personal likes and dislikes.

When people believe they have a good cause, the violence within them bursts forth unrestrained, as if their good angel has given permission for it to escape.

Deep down, people who deliberately distribute other people’s music and stuff feel contempt for professionals. And it’s not just culture – these days lots of people are contemptuous of everything. Without realizing it, they’re searching for things to despise.

Why does the subconscious mind make people steal? Why does it have to be stealing? Don’t you think it’s something deep-rooted in our nature?

I thought about how this banknote had witnessed a moment of each one of those people’s lives. Maybe it had been at the scene of a murder, then passed from the murderer to a shopkeeper somewhere, then to a good person somewhere else.

I kept staring at the moon. I’m not sure if its light was good or evil. I thought it might not be either. The moon just shines with the light of chaos. Mysteriously. Brightly. That must not be either good or evil. Just as the rules of this world are not all good.

When humans’ nerves detect big and small stimuli at the same time, they ignore the smaller one.

Life is a mystery. But listen. Why did I turn up in your life in the first place? Do you believe in fate? Was your fate controlled by me, or was being controlled by me your fate? But in the end, aren’t they just two sides of the same coin?

We’re attacking all accepted values. Authority, class differences, shared perceptions. We don’t care what happens to our social structure – revolutions are for suckers. Our target is people’s collective consciousness. It’s like throwing a cream pie in their face.

You could say that everything had become weirdly distorted because I’d broken the rules so many times.