Everywhere around us now we see signs of isolation.
We hear isolating songs on the radio, see isolating images on TV, and hear from the mouths of
casual acquaintances isolating talk.
Our life is a state of tension, purposefully bent that way by the masters of our time, who are the masters of madness.
If i adhere to negation, inversion, it is partially out of cowardice but, more widely, out of a passion for meaning that is misplaced in our time. What i miss is certainty.
What i wish most fervently is never to delude myself.
I am in prison, it seems.