And I'm working at trying to find a kind of language where I won't be so easily modulated by expectation.

'cause humans, above all, fear intelligence. how humans, scared out of their minds, gather whatever intelligence they can put their hands on and put it all in a central penitentiary named facts.

I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.

I think the best thing in cases of censorship or things like this is to get as much media as possible.

I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.

I have become interested in languages which I cannot make up, which I cannot create or even create in: I have become interested in languages which I can only come up upon (as I disappear), a pirate upon buried treasure. The dreamer, the dreaming, the dream. I call these languages, languages of the body.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.