The Essence Of What I Desire Is

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

It's Been Months Since I Last Wrote. I've Lived In A State Of Mental Slumber, Leading The Life Of Someone Else. I've Felt, Very Often, A Vicarious Happiness. I Haven't Existed. I've Been Someone Else. I've Lived Without Thinking.

And I Have The Others In Me. Even When I’m Far Away From Them, I Am Forced To Live With Them. Even When I’m All Alone, Crowds Surround Me. I Have No Place To Flee To, Unless I Were To Flee From Myself.

Wasting Time Has An Esthetics To It.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.