In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Art: Egon Schiele, Jackson Pollock

I've realized that I do not want to buried in a coffin. All my life I've wanted to be something different, something unpredictable that could never be caught and trapped in a box.
Then, finally at the end of the very 'life' you've spent trying to spin a colourful tapestry of unrestrained colour, your efforts are burnt to smithereens, and you're put back into a box by people who never really knew or understood you.

All those who had ever loved me, you will know what do with my ashes.