The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

Literature + Illness = Illness

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

When I was done traveling, I returned convinced of one thing: we're nothing.

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

But every single damn thing matters! Only we don't realize. We just tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, and we don't realize that's a lie.