The task of the artist

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.

Beckettiana

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

Every word

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness