What We Fight With Is

There Are Moments In Which A Rose Is More Important Than A Piece Of Bread

We Ignore The Gods And Fill Our Minds With Trash.

To Write Rhythmic Prose One Must Go Deep Into Oneself And Find The Anonymous And Multiple Rhythm Of The Blood. Prose Needs To Be Built Like A Cathedral. There, One Is Truly Without A Name, Without Ambition, Without Help; On Scaffoldings, Alone With One's Consciousness.

Shattered People Are Best Represented By Bits And Pieces.

Death Is The Side Of Life Which Is Turned Away From Us.