Literature + Illness = Illness

But Every Single Damn Thing Matters! Only We Don't Realize. We Just Tell Ourselves That Art Runs On One Track And Life, Our Lives, On Another, And We Don't Realize That's A Lie.

So Everything Lets Us Down, Including Curiosity And Honesty And What We Love Best. Yes, Said The Voice, But Cheer Up, It's Fun In The End.

No One Pays Attention To These Killings, But The Secret Of The World Is Hidden In Them.

If Life Is Misery, Why Do We Endure It?

Literature Is The Product Of A Strange Rain Of Blood, Sweat, Semen, And Tears.