I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
Following straight lines shortens distances, and also life.
Everything had been stripped of deceptions, that time. And that time I was afraid of everything.