Nature was quick to pass the sponge of her deluges over these awkward sketches (dinosaurs), these first nightmares of Life.

“My own self-consciousness cries out to me coldly: how does one love zero?”

“Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the ab…”

“You're doubtless well aware that most of the great hypnotic patients wind up re…”

“I am a man who knows nothing, guesses sometimes, finds frequently and who's alw…”