There’s the story of a person who does this, does that, but it isn’t I, I have nothing in common with him. He travels through countries I know no mor… - Jean-Paul Sartre

Steden maken me bang. Maar waag je niet te ver buiten hun muren, want dan betreed je het domein van de Vegetatie. Over een afstand van vele kilometers is de Vegetatie opgerukt in de richting van de steden. Ze ligt op de loer. Als de stad dood is, neemt de vegetatie de macht over. Ze zal zich langs de muren omhoogslingeren en ze overwoekeren, ze zal in all hoeken en gaten doordringen en de stenen uit elkaar laten spatten; ze zal alle holen dichten en overal zullen groene vangarmen naar beneden hangen.

I glance around the room. What a comedy! All these people sitting there, looking serious, eating. No, they aren't eating: they are recuperating in order to successfully finish their tasks. Each one of them has his little personal difficulty which keeps him from noticing that he exists; there isn't one of them who doesn't believe himself indispensable to something or someone.

As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.