Ohal: Doesn't it often feel like everything is the same and different all the time?
Tyler, The Creator: Yeah, man. But I understand what I’m doing, and that’s all that should matter. [pause] It’s too loud.
Ohal: You can also hear the squeaking of a gate, fire, branches, water. It's like bouncing ideas back and forth with a friend, but the friend is you.
Tyler: I think we’re all gonna die pretty soon, and the animals are gonna take over—like ostriches and shit. I think they’re gonna take over the world and we’re gonna be their slaves.
Ohal: Which region?
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Tyler: I’m in Los Angeles right now.
Ohal: In Paris, I was living at the bookstore Shakespeare & Company, and I only owned a Walkman.
Tyler: And I would probably need an iPod.
Ohal: But I still haven’t found one. I get easily distracted.
Tyler: Dude, trust me—the dragon thing works.
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Ohal: And I like the machines, opening them up and fixing them if they break. They were so emo.
Tyler: I’m just doing what I wanna do, saying what I wanna say, and if the shit happens to change, then that’s cool.
Ohal: It gradually disintegrates and folds in on itself.
Tyler: Sick. Good luck.
Ohal: What does that mean?