Yes, Everything Is Simple. It's People Who

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

Maman Died Today. Or Yesterday Maybe, I Don't Know. I Got A Telegram From The Home: 'mother Deceased. Funeral Tomorrow. Faithfully Yours.' That Doesn't Mean Anything. Maybe It Was Yesterday.

... Here, Where The Gaze Is Stopped Everywhere, The Whole Earth Is Designed So That The Face Turns Upward And The Gaze Implores. Oh! I Hate This World Where We Are Reduced To God.

We Must Learn How To Lend Ourselves To Dreaming When Dreams Lend Themselves To Us.

Nothing In The World Is Worth Turning One's Back On What One Loves.