Werner Herzog Story Cracks Head Wide Open!

dear diary: i am anxious, i strum the guitar, my leg is nervous so i comfort it with a tambourine, i am not afraid. i hear a voice, it is my own voice, the words mean something to me. i fill the air with sound, every flaw in the universe my own. there is, i am chaos. i am overcome. i cease. i am succesful at crying.

best of luck herzog.