Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out

I Hate Everything That Does Not Relate To Literature, Conversations Bore Me (even If They Relate To Literature), To Visit People Bores Me, The Sorrows And Joys Of My Relatives Bore Me To The Very Soul. Conversation Takes The Importance, The Seriousness, The Truth, Out Of Everything I Think.

I Am Free And That Is Why I Am Lost.

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

You Need Not Even Listen, Just Wait...the World Will Offer Itself Freely To You, Unmasking Itself.