Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little.

Mother of otherness, Eat me.