Nothingness Haunts Being.

If You Are Lonely When You're Alone, You Are In Bad Company.

In Guinea I Could Read [franz] Kafka. I Re-discover In Him My Own Discomfort.

Because We Can Imagine, We Are Free.

Don't You Feel The Same Way? When I Cannot See Myself, Even Though I Touch Myself, I Wonder If I Really Exist.

I Exist. It Is Soft, So Soft, So Slow. And Light: It Seems As Though It Suspends In The Air. It Moves.