There Is Only One Thing Worse Than

Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole Experience Of Time.

I Don’t Understand How People Can Believe In God, Even When I Myself Think Of Him Everyday.

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.