To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.