All men die in solitude; all values are degraded in a state of misery: that is what Shakespeare tells me - Eugène Ionesco

I remember one day there was a military parade. A lieutenant was marching in front of the palace guards. I can still see him carrying the flag. I was standing beside a peasant with a big fur hat who was watching the parade, absolutely wide-eyed. Suddenly the lieutenant broke rank, rushed toward us, and slapped the peasant, saying, “Take off your hat when you see the flag!” I was horrified. My thoughts were not yet organized or coherent at that age, but I had feelings, a certain nascent humanism, and I found these things inadmissible. The worst thing of all, for an adolescent, was to be different from everyone else. Could I be right and the whole country wrong?

Am avut întodeauna o proastă cenestezie:nu îmi e bine în pielea mea.De unde și nevoia de euforizante sau de băutură...
Să te lași în voia vieții.Să te lași purtat,să te lași ca pluta pe apele duratei,să te lași în voia vieții și astfel,poate,să ajungi în stare a te lăsa să mori.Minima rezistență.

There are now many invisible people on stage.