An Existence Transfigured By Failure.

The Deepest And Most Organic Death Is Death In Solitude, When Even Light Becomes A Principle Of Death. In Such Moments You Will Be Severed From Life, From Love, Smiles, Friends And Even From Death. And You Will Ask Yourself If There Is Anything Besides The Nothingness Of The World And Your Own Nothingness.

Philosophers Write For Professors; Thinkers For Writers.

We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store Of Madness.

A Regret Understood By No One: The Regret To Be A Pessimist. It’s Not Easy To Be On The Wrong Foot With Life.

What Can Be Said, Lacks Reality. Only What Fails To Make Its Way Into Words Exists And Counts.