Society: An Inferno Of Saviors!

Utopia Is The Grotesque En Rose, The Need To Associate Happiness - That Is, The Improbable - With Becoming, And To Coerce An Optimistic, Aerial Vision To The Point Where It Rejoins Its Own Source: The Very Cynicism It Sought To Combat. In Short, A Monstrous Fantasy.

The Desire To Die Was My One And Only Concern; To It I Have Sacrificed Everything, Even Death.

I Have All The Defects Of Other People Yet Everything They Do Seems To Me Inconceivable.

I Do Nothing, Granted. But I See The Hours Pass - Which Is Better Than Trying To Fill Them.

The Fear Of Your Own Solitude, Of Its Vast Surface And Its Infinity… Remorse Is The Voice Of Solitude. And What Does This Whispering Voice Say? Everything In Us That Is Not Human Anymore.