I mean, every thought starts over, so every expression of a thought has to do the same. every accuracy has to be invented... I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.
I never really got over the fun of making letters.
The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.