Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. Fro…”

“On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling t…”

“…What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I’m af…”

“I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college foo…”