What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?
There are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.
And I knew that it was better to live out one's absurdity than to die for that of others.
My hole is warm and full of light.
We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.
I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of it all, I find that I love.