I Think It's More Difficult

I Feel As If Things Are Falling Apart Within Me, Like So Many Glass Partitions Shattering. I Walk From Place To Place In The Grip Of A Fury, Needing To Act, Yet Can Do Nothing About It Because Any Attempt Seems Doomed In Advance. Failure, Everywhere Failure. Only Suicide Hovers Above Me, Gleaming And Inaccessible.

It Is Interesting To Note That The "sexual Revolution" Was Sometimes Portrayed As A Communal Utopia, Whereas In Fact It Was Simply Another Stage In The Historical Rise Of Individualism. As The Lovely Word "household" Suggests, The Couple And The Family Would Be The Last Bastion Of Primitive Communism In Liberal Society. The Sexual Revolution Was To Destroy These Intermediary Communities, The Last To Separate The Individual From The Market. The Destruction Continues To This Day.

A Reactionary Is Someone Who Wants To Return To A Previous State - That's Never A Possibility In My Books. For Me, Everything's Irreversible In The Life Of A Society, As Well As An Individual's.

On Sunday Morning I Went Out For A While In The Neighbourhood; I Bought Some Raisin Bread. The Day Was Warm But A Little Sad, As Sundays Often Are In Paris, Especially When One Doesn't Believe In God.

I Think That If I Am Notorious, It Is Because Other People Have Decided That This Is How I Should Be.