The Slope Takes You To

We Almost Always Live Outside Ourselves, And Life Itself Is A Continual Dispersion. But It's Towards Ourselves That We Tend, As Towards A Centre Around Which, Like Planets, We Trace Absurd And Distant Ellipses.

Literature Is The Most Agreeable Way Of Ignoring Life.

The Startling Reality Of Things Is My Discovery Every Single Day.

Civilization Consists In Giving Something An Unfitting Name, Then Dream About The Result. And Indeed The False Name And The Real Dream Create A New Reality. The Object Really Becomes Another, Because We Turned It Into Another One. We Manufacture Realities.

I’m Losing My Taste For Everything, Including Even My Taste For Finding Everything Tasteless.