Describe A Circle, Stroke Its

Drama Lies In Extreme Exaggeration Of The Feelings, An Exaggeration That Dislocates Flat Everyday Reality.

The Universe Seems To Me Infinitely Strange And Foreign. At Such A Moment I Gaze Upon It With A Mixture Of Anguish And Euphoria; Separate From The Universe, As Though Placed At A Certain Distance Outside It; I Look And I See Pictures, Creatures That Move In A Kind Of Timeless Time And Spaceless Space, Emitting Sounds That Are A Kind Of Language I No Longer Understand Or Ever Register.

Of Course, Not Everything Is Unsayable In Words, Only The Living Truth.

I'll Never Waste My Dreams By Falling Asleep. Never Again.

Logic Is A Very Beautiful Thing. As Long As It Is Not Abused.