Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.
April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.
A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.
Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible, but that alone doesn't make it true.
In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.