Art gives us the illusion of liberation from the sordid business of being.
There are no norms. All people are exceptions to a rule that doesnโt exist.
Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.
Never read a book to the end, nor even in sequence and without skipping.
If life has given us no more than a prison cell, let's at least decorate it as best we can-with the shadows of our dreams, their colourful patterns engraving our oblivion on the static surface of the walls.
Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]