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The times comes. The time comes when you stop wanting to be an idiot. Here's the moment I think you know: you're driving up a motorway. There's a train track next to you. A train comes. It could be one of those fast ones. The day when you don't try and race the train, that's the day... I have to race the train. I have to go faster than the train. So everyone on the train looks at me and goes:"I've made the wrong travel choice. I should have gone in the car. It's quicker". If you're ever on a train and you look out of the window, you're overtaking me and I can't bothered to race you, it's because I'm on my way to the new Dutch death clinic. (it) |
