Total War Is No Longer War Waged

A Man Is Involved In Life, Leaves His Impress On It, And Outside Of That There Is Nothing.

It Would Be Much Better If I Could Only Stop Thinking. Thoughts Are The Dullest Things. Duller Than Flesh. They Stretch Out And There's No End To Them And They Leave A Funny Taste In The Mouth. Then There Are Words, Inside The Thoughts, Unfinished Words, A Sketchy Sentence Which Constantly Returns...it Goes, It Goes ... And There's No End To It. It's Worse Than The Rest Because I Feel Responsible And Have Complicity In It. For Example, This Sort Of Painful Rumination: I Exist, I Am The One Who Keeps It Up. I.

How Can I, Who Was Not Able To Retain My Own Past, Hope To Save That Of Another?

It Is Certain That We Cannot Escape Anguish, For We Are Anguish.

Man Is Condemned To Be Free; Because Once Thrown Into The World, He Is Responsible For Everything He Does.