The
internet ... A place where you can find everything from the greatest crap to
the most wonderful masterpiece ... A place where I found stuff that both amazed
and traumatized me, that made me a better artist and that turned me into a
little devil at the same time. I've been "living" online for 12 years
now and I slowly but surely ended up developing a strange liking for trash.
Don't get
me wrong, though. There's a big difference between creative products (I
struggle to call them artworks) that are just bad and masterpieces that are
so bad that they're actually good. While pieces that are "just
bad" are simply plain boring trash has something fascinating about it. "Good"
trash wouldn't let go of you until you finish reading or watching it, and
afterwards it will haunt you in your dreams and everyday life.