This World Is For Those Who Are

There's No Regret More Painful Than The Regret Of Things That Never Were.

I Think Of Life As An Inn Where I Have To Stay Until The Abyss Coach Arrives. I Don't Know Where It Will Take Me, For I Know Nothing.

What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That Everybody Has Them.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.

My Happiest Hours Are Those In Which I Think Nothing, Want Nothing, When I Do Not Even Dream, But Lose Myself In Some Spurious Vegetable Torpor, Moss Growing On The Surface Of Life. Without A Trace Of Bitterness I Savour My Absurd Awareness Of Being Nothing, A Mere Foretaste Of Death And Extinction.