I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.
A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.
I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
What is boredom? It is when there is simultaneously too much and not enough.
Man's existence precedes his essence
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.