I Don't Know If I Work In

When I See A Head From A Great Distance, It Ceases To Be A Sphere And Becomes An Extreme Confusion Falling Down Into The Abyss.

In The Past I Have Never Thought About Loneliness When Working, And I Don't Think About It Now. Yet There Must Be A Reason For The Fact That So Many People Talk About It.

I Don't Know If I Work In Order To Do Something, Or In Order To Know Why I Can't Do What I Want To Do.

Only Reality Interests Me Now And I Know I Could Spend The Rest Of My Life In Copying A Chair.

All I Can Do Will Only Ever Be A Faint Image Of What I See And My Success Will Always Be Less Than My Failure Or Perhaps Equal To The Failure.