Every time I wake, I understand how easy it is to be nothing.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
Humanity does not know where to go because no one is waiting for it: not even God.
Certainties are arrived at only on foot.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.