Writing Is Like Paying Myself

My Curiosity Sister Of Larks.

I Carry My Awareness Of Defeat Like A Banner Of Victory.

Being Tired Of All Illusions And Of Everything About Illusions – The Loss Of Illusions, The Uselessness Of Having Them, The Prefatigue Of Having To Have Them In Order To Lose Them, The Sadness Of Having Had Them, The Intellectual Shame Of Having Had Them Knowing That They Would Have To End This Way.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.

I'd Like To Be In The Country So That I'd Could Like Being In The City.