L'éternité, c'est long ... surtout vers la fin. - Franz Kafka

Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.

There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.

But I will write in spite of everything, absolutely; it is my struggle for self-preservation.