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I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

Samuel Beckett

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.
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Change Mistake Myself
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Nothing is more real than nothing.
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One Liner Reality
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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Friendship Human Solitude
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
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Blind Eyes Fools See
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
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Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Better hope deferred than none.
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Better Choice Hope
Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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Deep Necessary Silence Word

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

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