I decided to tell the truth even if it meant being pointed at.

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.

Being alone makes us stronger. That’s the honest truth. But it’s cold comfort, since even if I wanted company no one will come near me anymore.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it's knowledge and questions.

One should read Borges more.