If I Became A Philosopher, If I

Words Are Loaded Pistols.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

To Eat Is To Appropriate By Destruction.

I Distrust The Incommunicable; It Is The Source Of All Violence

Objects Should Not Touch Because They Are Not Alive. You Use Them, Put Them Back In Place, You Live Among Them: They Are Useful, Nothing More. But They Touch Me, It Is Unbearable. I Am Afraid Of Being In Contact With Them As Though They Were Living Beasts.