Life, After All, Should Go Forwards, Not

It's The Only Thing That Keeps Me Going These Days, Travelling. Changes Of Scene, Changes Of Faces

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another, From One Action To Another, From One Level Of A Text To Another. The Text Unveils Itself Before Us, But Never Allows Itself To Be Possessed; And Instead Of Trying To Possess It We Should Take Pleasure In Its Teasing

I'm A Bit Of A Deconstructionist Myself. It's Kind Of Exciting - The Last Intellectual Thrill Left. Like Sawing Through The Branch You're Sitting On.

Jogging, I Believe They Call It. It Seems To Be An Epidemic Psychological Illness Afflicting Americans These Days. A Form Of Masochism, Like The Flagellantes In The Middle Ages.

Life, After All, Should Go Forwards, Not Backwards.