Grandiosity lessens as work proceeds.

Reputation runs behind the current state of affairs.

My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.

Clothes make the body both mysterious and historical.

Self-realization sounds good. But what if only an enraged dwarf emerges?

The more knowledge, the clearer what the doubts are.

I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.