I Don't Want To Stay Folded Anywhere,

To Write Rhythmic Prose One Must Go Deep Into Oneself And Find The Anonymous And Multiple Rhythm Of The Blood. Prose Needs To Be Built Like A Cathedral. There, One Is Truly Without A Name, Without Ambition, Without Help; On Scaffoldings, Alone With One's Consciousness.

Make Your Ego Porous. Will Is Of Little Importance, Complaining Is Nothing, Fame Is Nothing. Openness, Patience, Receptivity, Solitude Is Everything.

You Must Change Your Life.

Perhaps Creating Something Is Nothing But An Act Of Profound Remembrance.

So This Is Where People Come To Live; I Would Have Thought It Is A City To Die In.