[contemporary Writer] Could Be A Kind Of

As For Me, I Am Mean: That Means That I Need The Suffering Of Others To Exist. A Flame. A Flame In Their Hearts. When I Am All Alone, I Am Extinguished.

I Considered Calmly That I Was Born To Write.

It Is Always More Valuable To Report The Truth.

What I See Is Teeming Cohesion, Contained Dispersal... For Him, To Sculpt Is To Take The Fat Off Space.

Life Is A Useless Passion.