Death Is Present Every Day In Our

...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body, Reaching The Ground, To In Itself, Is A Relief.

Oh, I'm Not Just Going Too Far, I've Arrived.

When All Is Said And Done, What Is Clear Is That All Lives End Before Their Time.

We Use Words To Understand Each Other And Even, Sometimes, To Find Each Other.

Every Novel Is Like This, Desperation, A Frustrated Attempt To Save Something Of The Past. Except That It Still Has Not Been Established Whether It Is The Novel That Prevents Man From Forgetting Himself Or The Impossibility Of Forgetfulness That Makes Him Write Novels.