The Only Truth Is That I Live.

There It Is, The Sea, The Most Incomprehensible Of Non-human Existences.

And I Want To Be Held Down. I Don't Know What To Do With The Horrifying Freedom That Can Destroy Me.

Reality Prior To My Language Exists As An Unthinkable Thought. . . . Life Precedes Love, Bodily Matter Precedes The Body, And One Day In Its Turn Language Shall Have Preceded Possession Of Silence.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Facts And Particulars Annoy Me.