This Work Is A Torture

I Go About The World, Hand Outstretched, And In The Stadiums I Plead: 'a Pretty Move, For The Love Of God.' And When Good Soccer Happens, I Give Thanks For The Miracle And I Don't Give A Damn Which Team Or Country Performs It.

Utopia Is On The Horizon. I Move Two Steps Closer; It Moves Two Steps Further Away. I Walk Another Ten Steps And The Horizon Runs Ten Steps Further Away. As Much As I May Walk, I'll Never Reach It. So What's The Point Of Utopia? The Point Is This: To Keep Walking.

Writing Is A Marvelous Adventure And Very Labor-intensive: Those Words Run Away And Try To Escape. They Are Very Difficult To Capture.

There Are Some Writers Who Feel They Are Elected By God. I Am Not. I Am Elected By The Devil - This Is Clear.

Unlike Solidarity, Which Is Horizontal And Takes Place Between Equals, Charity Is Top-down, Humiliating Those Who Receive It And Never Challenging The Implicit Power Relations.