Perhaps that's what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps that's what I am, the thing that divides the world in two, on the one side the outside, on the other the inside, that can be as thin as foil, I'm neither one side nor the other, I'm in the middle, I'm the partition, I've two surfaces and no thickness, perhaps that's what I feel, myself vibrating, I'm the tympanum, on the one hand the mind, on the other the world, I don't belong to either.

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With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

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The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust

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My mistakes are my life.

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Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

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Nothing is more real than nothing.

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The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

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The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

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