Magazine article ADWEEK

I Sleep with My Gunn

Magazine article ADWEEK

I Sleep with My Gunn

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It's not black or white, it's night and it's pitch dark. I can't see anything. I reach under the pillow and there it is, my gunn. Comfort, trust, power, me and my gunn. I turn around and I see absolutely nothing. I believe that sometimes, nothing is the beginning of everything. Everything I care about.

I remember when I was a kid and we used to blow up balloons. They were red. they were blue, they all looked so beautiful and ... poof! Suddenly there was nothing. Nothing is so beautiful and still I got plenty. Plenty of what is the future.

A future where I dream of sudden victories where I can finally be relieved from the burden of mediocrity. Mediocrity is everywhere and I can't stand it.

I who love greatness. I who would not be afraid to say: who cares about indoor swimming pools when there are all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurants.

Skip the belly dancing when there is plenty of hula-hooping and strip poker. …

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