Well then β I see two ways of letting things take their course β Create oneβs own sensations with the help of a flamboyant collision of rare words β not often, mind you β or else neatly draw the angles, the squares, the entire geometry of feelings β those of the moment, naturally.
You know the horrible life of the alarm clock β itβs a monster that has always appalled me because of the number of things its eyes project, and the way that good fellow stares at me when I enter a room.
