How can one life with the idea of journeys one’s never made and with those that are over? There’s a bitter taste to such landscapes. Your cell may be well-built of books you love, but you’ll never leave it, as their rich aroma sends you to sleep.
“Poetry is a dissociating and anarchic force which through analogy, associations and imagery, thrives on the destruction of known relationships.”
Antonin Artaud
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