... And The Very Folds Of The

A Leaf Fluttered In Through The Window This Morning, As If Supported By The Rays Of The Sun, A Bird Settled On The Fire Escape, Joy In The Task Of Coffee, Joy Accompanied Me As I Walked.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

Innocence Was Gone From All Our Acts. Our Habitual State Of Rebellion Became A Serious Political Crime.

The Personal Life Deeply Lived Always Expands Into Truths Beyond Itself.