Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
We are all geniuses when we dream.
I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?
I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.
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