To Think Is To Destroy.

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

I Enjoy Wording. Words For Me Are Tangible Bodies, Visible Sirens, Incarnate Sensualities.

Contradiction Is The Essence Of The Universe.

I Am The Suburb Of A Non-existent Town, The Prolix Commentary On A Book Never Written. I Am Nobody, Nobody. I Am A Character In A Novel Which Remains To Be Written, And I Float, Aerial, Scattered Without Ever Having Been, Among The Dreams Of A Creature Who Did Not Know How To Finish Me Off.

I Take With Me The Conscience Of Defeat As A Victory Banner.