Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea

Do You Ever Suddenly Find It Strange To Be Yourself?

I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That Has Ever Been Written In This World, A Story Of Suffering And Affliction?

How Was She To Tie Herself To A Man Without Permitting Him To Imprison Her? And Was There Some Means Of Acquiring Things Without Those Things Possessing Her?

I Write As If To Save Somebody’s Life. Probably My Own. Life Is A Kind Of Madness That Death Makes. Long Live The Dead Because We Live In Them.

There It Is, The Sea, The Most Incomprehensible Of Non-human Existences.