Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser.
Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?
An existence transfigured by failure.
I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.
If you lack the power to demoralize yourself along with the age, to go as low and as far, do not complain of being misunderstood by it.
My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.