On sunny days I am Van Nistelrooij. On gloomy days I am the West. They call me mister mister. They call me white – and therefore rich. They care for my skin. They see my blue eyes. They call me mister handsome. And I – I disappear behind smiles.
I explain the meaning of Amor Fati here (English and Indonesian catalog text). And here (English) and here (Indonesian catalog text) for a more recent and longer essay. And for a further selection of my writings see here.