I’d like to write something new, something different. I’d like to be without thought, without constriction. I’d like to feel without apprehension, without comprehension. I’d like to just be.
“When Voltaire came back from England, Louis XV is said to have asked him: ‘What did you learn over there?’ ‘To think, Sire’ (penser, to think) ‘Horses?’ (panser, to groom horses)” —J.-M. Carre, Lettres de la Vie Literaire d’ Arthur Rimbaud