In a republic, that paradise of debility, the politician is a petty tyrant who obeys the laws. - Emil Cioran

By what aberration has suicide, the only truly normal action, become the attribute of the flawed?

To detach yourself elegantly from the world; to give contour and grace to sadness; a solitude in style; a walk that gives cadence to memories; stepping towards the intangible; with the breath in the trembling margins of things; the past reborn in the overflow of fragrances; the smell, through which we conquer time; the contour of the invisible things; the forms of the immaterial; to deepen yourself in the intangible; to touch the world airborne by smell; aerial dialogue and gliding dissolution; to bathe in your own reflecting fragmentation...

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!