Without Resistance You Can Do

Continue Reading Proust. His Magnificent Intelligence Is Particularly Fond Of Describing Stupidity. Which Is Ultimately Exhausting.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

One Sits Down First; One Thinks Afterwards.

The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls And American Soldiers Is A Saloon In Some Western Film. This Noise Drenches Us, Wakens Us To Do Something Else. It Shows Us A Lost Path.