So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

Laughter was the shape the darkness took around the first appearance of the light.

I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.

To say what or where we came from has nothing to do with what or where we came from. We do not come from there any more, but only from each word that proceeds out of the mouth of the unnamed. And yet sometimes it is our only way of pointing to who we are.

If there'd been a better-balanced society, where there were other ways of making a decent living, I think it might have been different. That's not the way this setup work.

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words