Do Not Trust People. They Are Capable

I Do Not Like The Way People Use The More And More Magnificent Fruits Of Technology To Their Filthy Deeds.

Behind Every Glorious Facade There Is Always Hidden Something Ugly.

Every Stink That Fights The Ventilator Thinks It Is Don Quixote.

I Felt Myself Being Invaded Through And Through, I Crumbled, Disintegrated, And Only Emptiness Remained.

Plentitude, When Too Plentitudinous, Was Worst Than Destitution, For Obviously What Could One Do, If There Was Nothing One Could Not?