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You Have To Be A Little Patient If You're An Artist. People Don't Always Get You The First Time.

During Depression The World Disappears. Language Itself. One Has Nothing To Say. Nothing. No Small Talk, No Anecdotes. Nothing Can Be Risked On The Board Of Talk. Because The Inner Voice Is So Urgent In Its Own Discourse: How Shall I Live? How Shall I Manage The Future? Why Should I Go On?

Mother Had Committed Me For Life. This Is Where I Felt Betrayed The Most.

Politics Is Repetition. It Is Not Change. Change Is Something Beyond What We Call Politics. Change Is The Essence Politics Is Supposed To Be The Means To Bring Into Being.

One Of The Blessings Of Adulthood Is That One Is No Longer Addressed As A Thing.