Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It

Memories Are Killing. So You Must Not Think Of Certain Things, Of Those That Are Dear To You, Or Rather You Must Think Of Them, For If You Don’t There Is The Danger Of Finding Them, In Your Mind, Little By Little.

The Search For The Means To Put An End To Things, An End To Speech, Is What Enables The Discourse To Continue.

Dance First. Think Later. It's The Natural Order.

Our Vulgar Perception Is Not Concerned With Other Than Vulgar Phenomena.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.