Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

But Every Single Damn Thing Matters! Only We Don't Realize. We Just Tell Ourselves That Art Runs On One Track And Life, Our Lives, On Another, And We Don't Realize That's A Lie.

One Should Read Borges More.

We Interpret Life At Moments Of The Deepest Desperation.

Nothing Good Ever Comes Of Love. What Comes Of Love Is Always Something Better

We Never Stop Reading, Although Every Book Comes To An End, Just As We Never Stop Living, Although Death Is Certain.