What Do You Do From Morning To

Each Time I Fail To Think About Death, I Have The Impression Of Cheating, Of Deceiving Someone In Me.

The Premonition Of Madness Is Complicated By The Fear Of Lucidity In Madness, The Fear Of The Moments Of Return And Reunion... One Would Welcome Chaos If One Were Not Afraid Of Lights In It.

Boredom Dismantles The Mind, Renders It Superficial, Out At The Seams, Saps It From Within And Dislocates It.

Progress Is The Injustice Each Generation Commits With Regard To Its Predecessors.

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.