I’m Reading! I Don’t Want

There Is No Language Without Deceit.

I Will Start Out This Evening With An Assertion: Fantasy Is A Place Where It Rains.

Everything Can Change, But Not The Language That We Carry Inside Us, Like A World More Exclusive And Final Than One's Mother's Womb.

The Ideal Place For Me Is The One In Which It Is Most Natural To Live As A Foreigner.

How Well I Would Write If I Were Not Here!