It's to me this evening something has to happen, to my body as in myth and metamorphosis, this old body to which nothing ever happened, or so little, which never met with anything, wished for anything, in its tarnished universe, except for the mirrors to shatter, the plane, the curved, the magnifying, the minifying, and to vanish in the havoc of its images.

All I say cancels out, I'll have said nothing.

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was inten…

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

Nothing happens, twice.

I want to change me heart and I don't know how