If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:
Thursday, 3 March 2011
I don't know what's wrong with me. My brain doesn't work anymore. I haven't any memory. I can't write. All I can do is sign my name. I tried to write the other day—it looked like I was writing in Braille. [writes something] See? It looks like spiders have written it.