The Chill Of What I Won't Feel

I Don't Believe In The Landscape.

...the Painful Intensity Of My Sensations, Even When They're Happy Ones; The Blissful Intensity Of My Sensations, Even When They're Sad.

All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

To Create, I Destroyed Myself; I Made Myself External To Such A Degree Within Myself That Within Myself I Do Not Exist Except In An External Fashion. I Am The Living Setting In Which Several Actors Make Entrances, Putting On Several Different Plays.

Ah, It's My Longing For Whom I Might Have Been That Distracts And Torments Me!