Nothing Endures Unless It Has First Been

The Suppression Of Inner Patterns In Favor Of Patterns Created By Society Is Dangerous To Us.

The Violence And Obscenity Are Left Unadulterated, As Manifestation Of The Mystery And Pain Which Ever Accompanies The Act Of Creation.

I Wanted To Remember In Order To Be Able To Return.

There Were Silences In My Head. I Could Abandon Myself Completely To The Pleasure Of Multiple Relationships, To The Beauty Of The Day, To The Joys Of The Day. It Was As If A Cancer In Me Had Ceased Gnawing Me. The Cancer Of Introspection.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.