Writing is no way to unwind after a hardly intellectual and intellectually hard day's work. The time off ought to be spent just as actively as possible and devoid of sedimentation and language, apart from the strong one. I should aim at ending up soaked in sweat and worn out. I should run until I drop and acquire the only common denominator with time: the quality of being spent and wasted. I am no writer; regardless of the possible oddities of spelling. And be it activities or passivities, I make no points.

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Truth is a matter of the imagination.
U.K.L.
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