The End Approaches, But The Apocalypse Is

In Algeria, I Had Begun To Get Into Literature And Philosophy. I Dreamed Of Writing-and Already Models Were Instructing The Dream, A Certain Language Governed It.

I Was Wondering Myself Where I Am Going. So I Would Answer You By Saying, First, That I Am Trying, Precisely, To Put Myself At A Point So That I Do Not Know Any Longer Where I Am Going.

Such A Caring For Death, An Awakening That Keeps Vigil Over Death, A Conscience That Looks Death In The Face, Is Another Name For Freedom.

Surviving - That Is The Other Name Of A Mourning Whose Possibility Is Never To Be Awaited.

I Never Give In To The Temptation To Be Difficult Just For The Sake Of Being Difficult. That Would Be Too Ridiculous.