There Are Metaphors More Real Than The

I’ve Dreamed A Lot. I’m Tired Now From Dreaming But Not Tired Of Dreaming. No One Tires Of Dreaming, Because To Dream Is To Forget, And Forgetting Does Not Weigh On Us, It Is A Dreamless Sleep Throughout Which We Remain Awake. In Dreams I Have Achieved Everything.

Solitude Desolates Me; Company Oppresses Me.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless Worlds Pass Me By.

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