There are experiences which one cannot survive, after which one feels that there is no meaning left in anything. Once you have reached the limits of life, having lived to extremity all that is offered at those dangerous borders, the everyday gesture and the usual aspiration lose their seductive charm. If you go on living, you do so only through your capacity for objectification, your ability to free yourself in writing, from the infinite strain. Creativity is a temporary salvation from the claws of death.
I feel I must burst because of all that life offers me and because of the prospect of death. I feel that I am dying of solitude, of love, of despair, of hatred, of all that this world offers me. With every experience I expand like a balloon, blown up beyond its capacity. The most terrifying intensification burst into nothingness. You grow inside, you dilate madly until there are no boundaries left, you reach the edge of light where light is stolen by night, and from that plenitude, as in a savage whirlwind, you are thrown straight into...
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