I've been sitting in front of my computer for half an hour now, playing with my fingers on the keys, I roll, I spin, I write a word, I erase it, I light a cigarette, I inhale.
I'm not capable of speaking about myself

no

*A rebours - Joris-Karl Huysmans
*History of Beauty - Umberto Eco
*Narcissus and Goldmund - Hermann Hesse
*The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

"Even when quite a child I felt two conflicting sensations in my heart: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life"