Seven simple rules for life in hiding:
One, never trust a cop in a raincoat. Two, beware of enthusiasm and of love, each is temporary and quick to sway. Three, if asked if you care about the world's problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks; he will not ask you again. Number four and five, never give your real name... and if ever told to look at yourself, never look. Six, never say or do anything the person standing in front of you cannot understand. And seven, never create anything. It will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life and it will never change
It's a fierce sort of feeling, thinking something is expected of you but
you don't know exactly what it is. Brings forth a weird kind of guilt.