We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?
What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.
I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.