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“The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic.”
-Oscar Wilde
I sat at a hill looking down at the blinking light of the city one day,
Beside me where people, friends and unknown faces.
After a short while I stood up and grabbed my backpack.
They asked: Why are you leaving? Can't you at least stay a little while longer?!
I looked towards the light again, the cold breeze from a distant winter blowing still,
For a second I stood silent. Watching the horizon, then I turned to them and said:
- I leave now, for this is not the wrong place, not the wrong time, not the wrong people,...just the wrong me.
And thus I left, leaving the anthill behind me, walking toward the unknown.
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