No matter what I do, they expect more. No matter how far I go, They expect no less. I carry something I cannot let go of. Something I can never let be seen. I have no need for anything else here. When I was a kid, I pretended to study for entrance examinations but read comics and looked at pinups instead. Whenever I came close to getting caught, I would hide my book under the desk in a hurry leaving a barren surface without the shadow of proof.
I never understood the need of proof.
Wasn't an answer enough?
The only thing I left inside me is the strength and resolve that would spring from me whenever they tried to remove me from my room.
(Quelle: from the program paper on the DVD)