We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?
The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.
They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.