What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
It receives you when you come and dismisses you when you go.
It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.
Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.
You too have weapons.