With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

I am still alive then. That may come in useful.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.

The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.