All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

I’m Beginning To Know Myself. I Don’t Exist. I’m The Space Between What I’d Like To Be And What Others Made Of Me. Just Let Me Be At Ease And All By Myself In My Room.

I Come Closer To My Desk As To A Bulwark Against Life.

Stones In The Road? I Save Every Single One, And One Day I'll Build A Castle.

The Inventor Of The Mirror Poisoned The Human Heart.

My Soul Is A Hidden Orchestra; I Know Not What Instruments, What Fiddlestrings And Harps, Drums And Tamboura I Sound And Clash Inside Myself. All I Hear Is The Symphony.