One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners in which the joy of living can sometimes hide away.

“The guillotine is the masterpiece of the plastic artsIts clickCreates perpetual…”

“...Is there a more monstrous thought, a more convincing spectacle, a more paten…”

“LifeThe machineThe human soulA 75mm breechMy portrait”

“The only word in the Martian language is written phonetically: Kay-ray-kh-kuh-k…”