Robots Do Not Hold On To Life.

I Think I Am Slowly Becoming An Anarchist, That This Is Only Another Label For My Privateness, And I Think That You Will Understand This In The Sense Of Being Against Collectivity.

I've Found A Place That Would Amaze You. People Used To Live There, But Now It's All Overgrown And No One Goes There. Absolutely No One - Only Me... Just A Little House And A Garden. And Two Dogs.

Robots Do Not Hold On To Life. They Can't. They Have Nothing To Hold On With - No Soul, No Instinct. Grass Has More Will To Live Than They Do.

Socialism Is Good When It Comes To Wages, But It Tells Me Nothing When It Comes To Other Questions In Life That Are More Private And Painful, For Which I Must Seek Answers Elsewhere.

Let No One Think That Real Gardening Is A Bucolic And Meditative Occupation. It Is An Insatiable Passion, Like Everything Else To Which A Man Gives His Heart.