Art Gives Us The Illusion

Pg.9 "in My Heart There's A Peaceful Anguish, And My Calm Is Made Of Resignation.

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.

To Feel Today What One Felt Yesterday Isn't To Feel - It's To Remember Today What Was Felt Yesterday, To Be Today's Living Corpse Of What Yesterday Was Lived And Lost.

Whenever Someone Tells Me He Dreamed, I Wonder If He Realizes That He Has Never Done Anything But Dream.

I've Always Rejected Being Understood. To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself. I Prefer To Be Taken Seriously For What I'm Not, Remaining Humanly Unknown, With Naturalness And All Due Respect