Something In The World Forces Us To

The Philosopher Creates, He Doesn't Reflect.

Write, Form A Rhizome, Increase Your Territory By Deterritorialization, Extend The Line Of Flight To The Point Where It Becomes An Abstract Machine Covering The Entire Plane Of Consistency.

You Never Walk Alone. Even The Devil Is The Lord Of Flies.

The Shadow Escapes From The Body Like An Animal We Had Been Sheltering.

The Shame Of Being A Man - Is There Any Better Reason To Write?