On Sunday Morning I Went Out For

I Think She Is Going To Find You Too Old... Yes That Was It, The Moment She Said It I Knew It Was True, And The Revelation Caused Me No Surprise, It Was Like The Echo Of A Dull, Not Unexpected Shock. The Age Difference Was The Last Taboo, The Final Limit, All The Stronger For The Fact That It Remained The Last And Had Replaced All The Others. In The Modern World You Could Be A Swinger, Bi, Trans, Zoo Into S&m, But It Was Forbidden To Be Old.

I Want To Be Loved Despite My Faults. It Isn't Exactly True That I'm A Provocateur. A Real Provocateur Is Someone Who Says Things He Doesn't Think, Just To Shock. I Try To Say What I Think.

I've Lived So Little That I Tend To Imagine I'm Not Going To Die; It Seems Improbable That Human Existence Can Be Reduced To So Little; One Imagines, In Spite Of Oneself, That Sooner Or Later Something Is Bound To Happen. A Big Mistake. A Life Can Just As Well Be Both Empty And Short. The Days Slip By Indifferently, Leaving Neither Trace Nor Memory; And Then All Of A Sudden They Stop.

Those Who Think They Know Me Are Simply Lacking In Information.

Why Am I Popular? I Don't Know. Is It A Mistake? I Should Think It's A Mistake Somewhere.