The World Is Governed By Institutions That

Strictly Speaking, We Do Not Make Decisions. Decisions Make Us.

All Stories Are Like Those About The Creation Of The Universe, No One Was There, No One Witnessed Anything, Yet Everyone Knows What Happened.

Words Have Their Own Hierarchy, Their Own Protocol, Their Own Artistic Titles, Their Own Plebeian Stigmas.

Though I Had Come Into The World On 16 November 1922, My Official Documents Show That I Was Born Two Days Later, On The 18th. It Was Thanks To This Petty Fraud That My Family Escaped From Paying The Fine For Not Having Registered My Birth At The Proper Legal Time.

For Human Words Are Like Shadows, And Shadows Are Incapable Of Explaining Light And Between Shadow And Light There Is The Opaque Body From Which Words Are Born.