I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no wings, it doesn't necessarily sit at a cleared table in the evening on a terrace by the sea...It's a boat riddled with snow, if you will, like birds that fall and their blood doesn't have the slightest thickness... In its general outline despair has no importance. It's a squad of trees that will eventually make a forest, it's a squad of stars that will eventually make one less day, it's a squad of one-less days that will eventually make up my life.

"The Verb To Be" - Andre Breton