The spectacle always is the thing. Æsthetics above ethics and morale, and reason, and everything, is not that nice?

I have had "improvised" heart attack achieved by merely three cups of extra-strong coffee. Actually, with my heart, I should be beaten black and blue right now, for drinking this much of that tea.

The sleep actually does come as a saviour, sometimes. It is just now when I am trying to put together incomplete pieces of a work and to figure out what the goddamned hell is going on in the hallways of my mind.