We Live In A World

The Only Thing More Painful Than Being An Active Forgetter Is To Be An Inert Rememberer.

Love Me, Because Love Doesn't Exist, And I Have Tried Everything That Does.

I Want To Talk About God In A Literary Way. But I Think I Would Have A Very Hard Time Praying To God.

This Brings Me Back To The Image Of Kafka Standing Before A Fish In The Berlin Aquarium, A Fish On Which His Gaze Fell In A Newly Found Peace After He Decided Not To Eat Animals. Kafka Recognized That Fish As A Member Of His Invisible Family- Not As His Equal, Of Course, But As Another Being That Was His Concern.

I Woke Up Once In The Middle Of The Night, And Buckminster's Paws Were On My Eyelids. He Must Have Been Feeling My Nightmares.