This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
However much I have frequented the mystics, deep down I have always sided with the Devil; unable to equal him in power, I have tried to be worthy of him, at least, in insolence, acrimony, arbitrariness and caprice.
I’m gonna take myself a nap. Please don’t wake me up unless you’re sure we’re going to crash, because… I wouldn’t want to miss something like that.
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.