If I die all of a sudden, take my body, burn it, and
sprinkle my ashes all over her body. In the midst of all the post-mortem chaos,
don't mourn over my leave, instead, rejoice all my creations and wet only upon
their destruction, or, and I write this consciously, upon the controversy. I
leave no set list of instructions, as it is up to the reader to give birth to
his own interpretations. My art is an organism, alive and well, and my personal
motives, although interesting to some, and immensely insightful, are not
relevant. I like to think that many conclusions can be drawn from the words
that I pen, but still I have no control over my legacy once I abandon this
dome. All I ask for is recognition. After that, it is up to humanity to do what
they wish with my art.
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