When One Is Pretending The Entire Body

Nowhere Is Inhumanity More Revealed Than In Hospitals.

My Diary Seems To Keep Me Whole.

I Either Eat Too Much Or Starve Myself. Sleep For 14 Hours Or Have Insomniac Nights. Fall In Love Very Hard Or Hate Passionately. I Don't Know What Grey Is. I Never Did.

I Miss The Animal Buoyancy Of New York, The Animal Vitality. I Did Not Mind That It Had No Meaning And No Depth.

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.