2021.07.09.
(34th Intranquility)
…I tell myself that I will never be able to leave here, I tell myself I won’t leave before finishing, I will always leave too soon, I tell myself, I write…I would need an eternity…
…I don’t like gratifications repeated to the point of boredom, the glorious weaknesses that get lost in oblivion. And I hate death so much for amassing the bodies of power
…Only freedom accepts me, freedom far from the platitudes of human banality
…The comfort of faith isn’t worth the price of its ghosts. And to say abstractions of the reason that spoils such a beautiful trip for us
…So far from us, so far from us than all this
…Let’s start from scratch, let’s strip the varnish of kindnesses, necrosis, social astonishments. Only art frees us
…A well-constructed phrase…