I hope, if not in these notes, I will never speak that unbearable word — “I” — in the first person. I find it funny how, still here and just now, I combine the verbs in the first person repetitively, when none other than myself have categorical disgust for this modern obsession with one’s own being and consider myself the most insignificant singularity of the whole universe. However, here are the justifications and the confession: (1) the “I”, in these notes, will never be but a low-lying expressive appeal, when the object of these lines is entirely another — confessing, I hope to expel the intrusive word; — (2) if one day, and I beg it not to happen, but if one day the “I” take the opposite path and start to occupy the center of these notes, then I will have exhausted myself as an artist and as an explorer of issues that go beyond my petty reality. Let’s see what will happen…
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