I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering.

Two Armies At Death-grips — That Is One Great Army Committing Suicide.

I Keep Remembering — I Keep Remembering. My Heart Has No Pity On Me.

It Was Suicide. Others Killed Themselves With Poison Or With A Revolver. I Killed Myself With Minutes And Hours.

I See Too Deep And Too Much.

Whatever Our Ignorance Left To Itself, And Whatever The Wounds That Other Human Beings Are, We Ought To Study Ourselves With A Sort Of Devotion.