My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.

Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is still the same. It's bad with large numbers. It's still taken by particularity. It flits in the dark like a flashlight, illuminating only random faces while all the rest go blindly by, never coming to mind and never really missed. . . . I can't tell you how much I pass over in silence.

Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?