“And the reason I am so nervous is that everything I do now is leading me to one of three possible futures…”

But still I know that writing this diary can perhaps provide the answer; it may even help produce the right future.

Not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows.

To be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).

Like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.

It is widely held in high regard.

To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares

Love is a privilege perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality

The sea is endless when you are in a rowboat.

Which one will it be? Time alone will tell.

Life has now taught me that love for things,

The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom.

I believe we lose immortality because we have not conquered our opposition to death;

People love nobody as much as they do their hatred.

Makes almost everybody uncomfortable, and a few, extraordinarily rich.

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.

Revolution: Political movement which gets many people´s hopes up, let´s even more people down

I wasn’t quite used to writing a diary – I didn’t understand why people did it – but I wrote down notes and they went into a poem.

In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us.