My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.

I know I won't be justified as long as I live, since I myself stand in my own way. Don't bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words, then labor heav…

My dreams - even they're not as populous as they should be. They hold more solitude than noisy crowds.

My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers.