The Work Of Art Is

Absurd- That Is The Light Mind That Establishes Its Own Borders.

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide.

... One Cannot Be Happy In Exile Or In Oblivion. One Cannot Always Be A Stranger. I Want To Return To My Homeland, Make All My Loved Ones Happy. I See No Further Than This.

Sometimes At Night I Would Sleep Open-eyed Underneath A Sky Dripping With Stars. I Was Alive Then.

Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate Myself From My Time, I Have Decided To Become Part Of It.