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If Life Is An Illusion It's A Pretty Painful One.

I Admit That Invective Is One Of My Pleasures. This Only Brings Me Problems In Life, But That's It. I Attack, I Insult. I Have A Gift For That, For Insults, For Provocation. So I Am Tempted To Use It.

I Feel As If Things Are Falling Apart Within Me, Like So Many Glass Partitions Shattering. I Walk From Place To Place In The Grip Of A Fury, Needing To Act, Yet Can Do Nothing About It Because Any Attempt Seems Doomed In Advance. Failure, Everywhere Failure. Only Suicide Hovers Above Me, Gleaming And Inaccessible.

The World Outside Had Its Own Rules, And Those Rules Were Not Human.

Last Election Shows That There's A Big Discrepancy Between Two Parts Of The Country. That Discrepancy Also Exists In France, But We've Had The National Front For Forty Years, And It Only Took Trump One Year To Get Elected. Very Fast. That's The Surprising Thing. In France We Thought Everybody Liked Obama, But Maybe The Media Were Lying. Maybe They Didn't.