Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of

Jealousy - That Jumble Of Secret Worship And Ostensible Aversion.

The Aphorism Is Cultivated Only By Those Who Have Known Fear In The Midst Of Words, That Fear Of Collapsing With All The Words.

So Long As Man Is Protected By Madness - He Functions - And Flourishes.

Utopia Is The Grotesque En Rose, The Need To Associate Happiness - That Is, The Improbable - With Becoming, And To Coerce An Optimistic, Aerial Vision To The Point Where It Rejoins Its Own Source: The Very Cynicism It Sought To Combat. In Short, A Monstrous Fantasy.

My Enthusiasms...constitute My Reserves, My Unexploited Resources, Perhaps My Future.