The Struggle To The Top Alone Will

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.

I Know Simply That The Sky Will Last Longer Than I.

Some People Talk In Their Sleep. Lecturers Talk While Other People Sleep.

Thinking Is Learning All Over Again How To See, Directing One's Consciousness, Making Of Every Image A Privileged Place.

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.