I miss the times when we were silent
Let’s get dilated.
I got all your glaciers in retreat.
All I ever wanted was to be covered
in doppelgänger husk.
People will brag about what they’ve achieved, but they don’t brag about the price they paid to get it.
I grasp at each second, trying to suck it dry: nothing happens which I do not seize, which I do not fix forever in myself, nothing, neither the fugitive tenderness of those lovely eyes, nor the noises of the street, nor the false dawn of early morning: and even so the minute passes and I do not hold it back, I like to see it pass.
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked?
I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
When you have to kill a man, it costs nothing to be polite.
And in this unmoored, frenetic world, we need our symbols — our useless, useless symbols — more than ever.
A man walks into a bar. He walks into it again. And again. And again. There are thousands of him now, confused & screaming.