[...] thrust its beak through my mouth, deep into me. Falling back, I was relieved to feel him drowning irretrievably in my blood, which was filling every depth, flooding every shore.
Deeply lost in the night. Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night. All around people are asleep. It's just play acting, an innocent self-deception, that they sleep in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses, …
So perhaps the best resource is to meet everything passively, to make yourself an inert mass, and, if you feel that you are being carried away, not to let yourself be lured into taking a single unnecessary step, to stare at others with the eyes of an animal, to feel no compunction, in short, with y…
I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family.
[...] It need not be any particular enemy that is provoked to pursue me, it may very well be some chance innocent little creature, some disgusting little creature, some disgusting little beast which follows me out of curiosity, and thus, without knowing it, becomes the leader of all the world again…
