i love all of you, even the anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, the innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, hitmen, idiots, the mysterious, mute, lesbos, fa-
Everyone is too incompetent and lazy to care for others. Their excuse is that they are too busy thinking about themselves. That’s no excuse. I think only of myself constantly and I still manage.
I ended up at the beach in the middle of the night. I wanted to see the ocean so to hallucinate infinite certainty. Quietly I spoke: “Is it true? The fairytale?” This isn’t another aphorism. This is what happened.