In The World There Exists No Aesthetic

Love Is Now, Is Always. All That Is Missing Is The Coup De Grâce- Which Is Called Passion.

Who Has Not Asked Himself At Some Time Or Other: Am I A Monster Or Is This What It Means To Be A Person?

I Only Achieve Simplicity With Enormous Effort

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

There It Is, The Sea, The Most Incomprehensible Of Non-human Existences.