I spin worlds where we could be together.
I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
Let us look for secret things
somewhere in the world
on the blue shores of silence.
All of Dostoevsky’s heroes question themselves as to the meaning of life. In this they are modern: they do not fear ridicule. What distinguishes modern sensibility from classical sensibility is that the latter thrives on moral programs and the former on metaphysical programs. In Dostoevsky’s novels the question is propounded with such intensity that it can only invite extreme solutions. Existence is illusory or it is eternal. If Dostoevsky were satisfied with this inquiry, he would be a philosopher. But he illustrates the consequences that such intellectual pastimes may have in a man’s life, and in this regard he is an artist.
Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.
“Do not be afraid; our fate
Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.”