سعارُ اليأس يدفع بي في وجه كل شيء: الطبيعة، الأشياء، أنا نفسي، هذا كله الذي أريد أنا تمزيقه - Arthur Rimbaud

The world progresses! Why shouldn’t it turn as well?

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem
of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent,
devouring green azures

I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.