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You Need An Infinite Stretch Of Time Ahead Of You To Start To Think, Infinite Energy To Make The Smallest Decision. The World Is Getting Denser. The Immense Number Of Useless Projects Is Bewildering. Too Many Things Have To Be Put In To Balance Up An Uncertain Scale. You Can't Disappear Anymore. You Die In A State Of Total Indecision.

For The Heavenly Fire No Longer Strikes Depraved Cities, It Is Rather The Lens Which Cuts Through Ordinary Reality Like A Laser, Putting It To Death.

Every Woman Is Like A Time-zone. She Is A Nocturnal Fragment Of Your Journey. She Brings You Unflaggingly Closer To The Next Night.

Genius Is Childhood Recaptured.

Boredom Is Like A Pitiless Zooming In On The Epidermis Of Time. Every Instant Is Dilated And Magnified Like The Pores Of The Face.