Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

When I look for my existence I do not look for it in myself.

I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.

I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived.