I behave in a way at home, and have a different conduct when out. I am this one at work, and another when in leisure.

Living in this constant cleavage and disparity, CARRYING AROUND ALL THESE BURDENSOME MASKS…


How can people be sane living in such lamentable disunity?…

If I am to say something about myself, is that I am exactly THE SAME irrespective of contexts. I am the same when I relax, the same when I so-called work, the same when being alone or in communion with others. I have no need for masks.


They all demean themselves so honorably

“I fail therefore I am.”

The tragedy is that most people will do anything to make you remain as dead as they are. We always bump into these calamitous souls who frustrate us proportionally with our lacking courage to live and truly be alive.