Journal of a Nobody

Haiku

What is worse is that one wonders how, tomorrow, one will find strength enough to go on doing what one has been doing the day before.

I’d always worried about being practically empty, about having no serious reason for living. And now, confronted with the facts, I was sure of my individual nullity. In that environment, —I seem to have disintegrated, I felt very close to nonexistence. I discovered that with no one to speak to me of familiar things, there was nothing to stop me from sinking into irresistible boredom, a terrifying, sickly sweet torpor. Nauseating.

““I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.””

“There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.”