To The Lover The Loved One Always

The Distracted Person, Too, Can Form Habits.

We Have Long Forgotten The Ritual By Which The House Of Our Life Was Erected. But When It Is Under Assault And Enemy Bombs Are Already Taking Their Toll, What Enervated, Perverse Antiquities Do They Not Lay Bare In The Foundations.

Melancholy Betrays The World For The Sake Of Knowledge. But In Its Tenacious Self-absorption It Embraces Dead Objects In Its Contemplation, In Order To Redeem Them

There Is No Document Of Civilization Which Is Not At The Same Time A Document Of Barbarism.

The Art Of Storytelling Is Reaching Its End Because The Epic Side Of Truth, Wisdom, Is Dying Out.