May I Kiss You Then? On This

If The Book We Are Reading Does Not Wake Us, As With A Fist Hammering On Our Skull, Why Then Do We Read It?

Writer Speaks A Stench.

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

From Outside One Will Always Triumphantly Impress Theories Upon The World And Then Fall Straight Into The Ditch One Has Dug, But Only From Inside Will One Keep Oneself And The World Quiet And True.

Work As Joy, Inaccessible To The Psychologists.