i am a limitless series of natural disasters and all of these disasters have been unnaturally repressed.

“But : We're still human. Human because we keep on battling against all these ho…”

“What other knowledge will my solitude and muteness bring? What other worlds?”

“For the poet, the world is word. Words. Not that precisely. Precisely: the worl…”

“Pain is the world. I don't have anywhere to run.”