I Exist, That Is All, And I

Nothing Happens While You Live. The Scenery Changes, People Come In And Go Out, That's All. There Are No Beginnings. Days Are Tacked On To Days Without Rhyme Or Reason, An Interminable, Monotonous Addition.

An Individual Chooses And Makes Himself.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.

For The Time Being I Have Seen Enough Of Living Things, Of Dogs, Of Men, Of All Flabby Masses Which Move Spontaneously.

I Confused Things With Their Names: That Is Belief.