Holding Someone's Hand Was Always My Idea

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

Who Has Not Asked Himself At Some Time Or Other: Am I A Monster Or Is This What It Means To Be A Person?

I' Is Merely One Of The World's Instantaneous Spasms.

At First She Dreamed Of Sheep, Of Going To School, Of Cats Drinking Milk. Little By Little She Dreamed Of Blue Sheep, Of Going To School In The Middle Of The Woods, Of Cats Drinking Milk From Golden Saucers. And Her Dreams Became Increasingly Dense And Acquired Colours That Were Difficult To Dilute Into Words.

It Is Because I Dove Into The Abyss That I Am Beginning To Love The Abyss I Am Made Of.