It's In An Inland Sea That The

Nature Is The Difference Between The Soul And God.

Life Is Full Of Paradoxes, As Roses Are Of Thorns.

Art Consists In Making Others Feel What We Feel.

And Leaning Out The Window, Enjoying The Day Above The Varying Volume Of The Entire City, Only One Thought Swells My Soul – The Intimate Will To Die, To Finish, Not To See More Light Over Any City, Not To Think, Not To Feel, To Leave Behind Like Wrapping Paper The Course Of The Sun And The Days, To Rid Myself, At The Edge Of The Grand Bed, As Of A Heavy Suit, Of The Involuntary Effort To Be.

We Are Two Abysses - A Well Staring At The Sky.