We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.
An aphorism? Fire without flames. Understandable that no one tries to warm himself at it.