He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels

He who doesn't know anger doesn't know anything. He doesn't know the immediate.

Nothing is the speed limit of thought.

It is almost an intellectual tradition to pay heed to the insane. In my case those that I most respect are the morons.

A man who knows neither how to travel nor how to keep a journal has put together this travel journal. But at the moment of signing he is suddenly afraid. So he casts the first stone. Here.

The bird's delirium does not interest the trees.