I Use The Words You

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

Yes, There Were Times When I Forgot Not Only Who I Was But That I Was, Forgot To Be.

Memories Are Killing. So You Must Not Think Of Certain Things, Of Those That Are Dear To You, Or Rather You Must Think Of Them, For If You Don’t There Is The Danger Of Finding Them, In Your Mind, Little By Little.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.