Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.
Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.
Simply wait, be quiet, still The world will freely offer itself to you.
I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.