“For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?”

“For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?”

“and now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.”

“That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.”

“...ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken...”

“she tries to envision spaceeven with her eyes open”

“There’s always books. And the wind through trees.”

“your facethrough the blurred visionof my disillusioned eyesmergeswith the rest of them.”

“oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.”

“For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?”

“When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.”

“The skin of her face,parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain,with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.”