Could It Think, The Heart Would Stop

The Idea Of Any Social Obligation ... Just The Idea Of It Embarasses My Thoughts For A Day, And Sometimes It's Since The Day Before That I Worry, And Don't Sleep Well, And The Real Affair, When It Happens, Is Absolutely Insignificant And Justifies Nothing; And The Case Repeats Itself And I Never Learn To Learn.

Everything Is Absurd.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.

I Carry My Awareness Of Defeat Like A Banner Of Victory.

These Pages Are Not My Confession; They’re My Definition. And I Feel, As I Begin To Write It, That I Can Write It With Some Semblance Of Truth.