I! I who fashioned myself a sorcerer or an angel, who dispensed with all morality, I have come back to earth. - Arthur Rimbaud

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal — just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.

J'ai tendu des cordes de clocher a clocher; des guirlandes de fenetre a fenetre; des chaines d'or d'etoile a etoile, et je danse.

By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.