What A Pity That 'nothingness' Has Been

Vague A L'ame - Melancholy Yearning For The End Of The World.

Suffering Makes You Live Time In Detail, Moment After Moment. Which Is To Say That It Exists For You: Over The Others, The Ones Who Don't Suffer, Time Flows, So That They Don't Live In Time, In Fact They Never Have.

Where Are My Sensations? They Have Melted Into... Me, And What Is This Me, This Self, But The Sum Of These Evaporated Sensations?

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.