Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere,

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

Nothing Happens While You Live. The Scenery Changes, People Come In And Go Out, That's All. There Are No Beginnings. Days Are Tacked On To Days Without Rhyme Or Reason, An Interminable, Monotonous Addition.

Uncalled-for Aggression Arouses The Hatred Of The Civilian Population.

Man Is Fully Responsible For His Nature And His Choices.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.