Moving Won’t Make the Crazy Go Away

A wise woman once said, “make-up won’t make the ugly go away”. That wise woman is also known as my step-sister, Celinsky, who leaned over my shoulder as I was trying to patch-up my face from a night of sitting-around-a-camp-fire and singing Kumbaya.

As it turns out, moving won’t make the crazy go away either. And in my case, the coming-of-age “I am getting out!” wasn’t aimed at moving to the city of my city. Instead, I decided to move to the other side of the world to really stick it to the man and put an ocean between everything that I loved and hated; sometimes simultaneously.

“Precisely” 16040.4 kilometres (according to some sources) later, I ended up in Aarhus. I was obviously too excited by the prospect of eating Danishes in Denmark, that I forgot to look at the size of this fair city. The Danes – or whoever does the marketing up in here! – like to describe Aarhus as “the largest small city in the world”. However I think this may be an allegory.

I gave up the company of my loves and my friends, to seemingly stay the same in another world. Thankfully, I still keep the company of my old friends, like Hamsun, Carr, Bronte and Nietzsche.

A great man once said, “don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art”. I’m sure Andy said this whilst mass-producing his art and discussing free-thinking with his free-thinkers, but digression aside, that was and is the only point: to create.

A change in geography won’t fix dissociation, but twenty days later it did wake me up. Now, as crazy as always, I am finally inspired to write.