What I lack is words that correspond to each minute of my state of mind.
—Antonin Artaud
An actor, seen as through crystal. Inspiration in stages. Literature must not show too much.
I have only aimed at the mechanism of the soul, I have only transcribed the pain of abortive adjustments. I am really abysmal.
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