I Am One Of Those Marranes Who

The Trace I Leave To Me Means At Once My Death, To Come Or Already Come, And The Hope That It Will Survive Me. It Is Not An Ambition Of Immortality; It Is Fundamental. I Leave Here A Bit Of Paper, I Leave, I Die; It Is Impossible To Exit This Structure; It Is The Unchanging Form Of My Life. Every Time I Let Something Go, I Live My Death In Writing.

To Pretend, I Actually Do The Thing: I Have Therefore Only Pretended To Pretend.

Actually, When I Write, There Is A Feeling Of Necessity, Of Something That Is Stronger Than Myself That Demands That I Must Write As I Write.

As Soon As There Is Language, Generality Has Entered The Scene.

I Am Like A Child Ready For The Apocalypse, I Am The Apocalypse Itself, That Is To Say, The Ultimate And First Event Of The End, The Unveiling And The Verdict.