I Write As If To Save Somebody’s

What I Want Is To Live Of That Initial And Primordial Something That Was What Made Some Things Reach The Point Of Aspiring To Be Human.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.

I Only Achieve Simplicity With Enormous Effort

I Want The Following Word: Splendor, Splendor Is Fruit In All Its Succulence, Fruit Without Sadness. I Want Vast Distances. My Savage Intuition Of Myself.