I Don't Mourn The Loss

I Feel As If I'm Always On The Verge Of Waking Up.

Every Spoken Word Double-crosses Us. The Written Word Is The Only Tolerable Form Of Communication, As It Isn't A Stone In A Bridge Between Souls But A Ray Of Light Between Stars.

In This Metallic Age Of Barbarians, Only A Relentless Cultivation Of Our Ability To Dream, To Analyse And To Captivate Can Prevent Our Personality From Degenerating Into Nothing Or Else Into A Personality Like All The Rest.

Should I Be What I Think? But I Think About Being So Many Things!

I'm A Man For Whom The Outside World Is An Inner Reality.