In The Very Corner Of My Soul

Should I Be What I Think? But I Think About Being So Many Things!

Look, There's No Metaphysics On Earth But Chocolates.

I Crave Time In All Its Duration, And I Want To Be Myself Unconditionally.

If We Knew The Truth, We'd See It; All Else Is System And Outskirts.

To Say! To Know How To Say! To Know How To Exist Via The Written Voice And The Intellectual Image! This Is All That Matters In Life; The Rest Is Men And Women, Imagined Loves And Factitious Vanities, The Wiles Of Our Digestion And Forgetfulness, People Squirming — Like Worms When A Rock Is Lifted — Under The Huge Abstract Boulder Of The Meaningless Blue Sky.