FROM THAT PLACE, AS SOON AS MY EYES ARE OPEN, I CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE. NOT THAT I AM NAILED DOWN BY IT, SINCE AFTER ALL I CAN NOT ONLY MOVE, SHIFT, BUT I CAN ALSO MOVE IT, SHIFT IT, CHANGE ITS PLACE, THE ONLY THINGS IS THIS: I CANNOT MOVE WITHOUT IT. I CANNOT LEAVE IT THERE WHERE IT IS, SO THAT I; MYSELF, MAY GO ELSEWHERE. I CAN GO TO THE OTHER END OF THE WORLD; I CAN HIDE IN THE MORNING UNDER THE COVERS, MAKE MYSELF AS SMALL AS POSSIBLE. I CAN EVEN LET MYSELF MELT UNDER THE SUN AT THE BEACH-IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE. WHERE I AM. IT IS HERE, IRREPARABLY: IT IS NEVER ELSEWHERE. MY BODY, IT’S THE OPPOSITE OF UTOPIA: THAT WHICH IS NEVER UNDER DIFFERENCE SKIES. IT IS THE ABSOLUTE PLACE, THE LITTLE FRAGMENT OF SPACE WHERE I AM, LITERALLY, EMBODIED. MY BODY, PITILESS PLACE.

” IS IT IMPORTANT TO BE A SEER? MAKE ONESELF A SEER? THE ARTIST BECOMES A SEER THROUGH A LONG, BOUNDLESS AND REASONED EXPLOSION OF ALL THE SENSES. ALL SHAPES OF LOVE SUFFERING AND ALL KINDS OF MADNESS. HE SEARCHES HIMSELF, HE EXHAUSTS ALL POISONS IN HIMSELF, TO PURE HIS UNIQUE QUINTESSENCES. A HEAVY TORTURE WHERE HE BECOMES AMONG ALL MEN THE GREAT PATIENT, THE GREAT CRIMINAL, THE GREAT ACCUSED ONE -AND THE SUPREME SCHOLAR! THUS HE REACHES THE UNKNOWN!… -THE ARTIST, A THIEF OF FIRE! “