Genet is a man-failure: he wills the impossible in order to derive from the tragic grandeur of this defeat the assurance that there is something othe… - Jean-Paul Sartre

Something has happened to me, I can't doubt it any more. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident. It came cunningly, little by little; I felt a little strange, a little put out, that's all. Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and I was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm. And now, it's blossoming.

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.