I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering.

I Am More Sensitive Than Other People. Things That Other People Would Not Notice Awaken A Distinct Echo In Me, And In Such Moments Of Lucidity, When I Look At Myself, I See That I Am Alone, All Alone, All Alone.

There Is No Hell, No Inferno Except The Frenzy Of Living.

People Are Machines Of Forgetfulness

At The Touch Of Mankind, Things Wear Away With Heartbreaking Slowness.

It Is Not A Woman I Want - It Is All Women.