When I Look At My Life And

Nobody Realizes That Some People Expend Tremendous Energy Merely To Be Normal.

[paris] Is Dirty. It Has Pigeons And Black Yards. The People Have White Skin.

But All The Long Speeches, All The Interminable Days And Hours That People Had Spent Talking About My Soul, Had Left Me With The Impression Of A Colorless Swirling River That Was Making Me Dizzy.

Find Your Happiness In Yourself.

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.