The Circle Of The Return

The Trace I Leave To Me Means At Once My Death, To Come Or Already Come, And The Hope That It Will Survive Me. It Is Not An Ambition Of Immortality; It Is Fundamental. I Leave Here A Bit Of Paper, I Leave, I Die; It Is Impossible To Exit This Structure; It Is The Unchanging Form Of My Life. Every Time I Let Something Go, I Live My Death In Writing.

Who Ever Said That One Was Born Just Once?

Beauty Only Happens Once.

These Critics Organize And Practice In My Case A Sort Of Obsessive Personality Cult Which Philosophers Should Know How To Question And Above All, To Moderate.

We Are All Mediators, Translators.