Mad dash to nowhere
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question
whether I even exist. Whether I’ve ever existed at all.
Travels in the Scriptorium
The things we see are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.
I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.