True Life Is Elsewhere

I Saw That All Beings Are Fated To Happiness: Action Is Not Life, But A Way Of Wasting Some Force, An Enervation. Morality Is The Weakness Of The Brain.

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

Now I Am An Outcast. I Loathe My Country. The Best Thing For Me Is A Drunken Sleep On The Beach.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses