I Said To Myself, 'i

The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To Me, Classical Or Not.

I'm Going To Smile, And My Smile Will Sink Down Into Your Pupils, And Heaven Knows What It Will Become.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

Criticism Often Takes From The Tree Caterpillars And Blossoms Together.

What Do I Care About Jupiter? Justice Is A Human Issue, And I Do Not Need A God To Teach It To Me.