The essential doesn't change.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

The essential doesn't change.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

Make sense who may. I switch off.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.