But I Am Not Perfect In My

I Never Go To Where's A Risk. I'm Frightened Of Dangers Down To Boredom.

I Will Be What I Want. But I Will Have To Want What I'll Be. Success Is In Having Success, Not Conditions For Success.

Destiny Gave Me Only Two Things: A Few Accounting Books And The Gift Of Dreaming.

I'm Sick Of Everything, And Of The Everythingness Of Everything.

For A Long Time Now I Haven't Existed. I'm Utterly Calm. No One Distinguishes Me From Who I Am. I Just Felt Myself Breath As If I'd Done Something New, Or Done It Late. I'm Beginning To Be Conscious Of Being Conscious. Perhaps Tomorrow I Will Wake Up To Myself And Resume The Course Of My Existence. I Don't Know If That Will Make More Happy Or Less. I Don't Know Anything.