Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

When I want to be reminded of stupidity, especially my own, I turn on the TV.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

They will smile, as they always do when they plan a major attack late in the night.