The light was crude. It made Artaud’s eyes shrink into darkness, as they are deep-set. This brought into relief the intensity of his gestures. He looked tormented. His hair, rather long, fell at times over...

I was a fool for love, I was a fool.

It’s not just all physicalI’m the type who will get oh so critical

The lights are off and the sun if finally setting, the night sky is changing overhead

Why did you take me down this road if you don’t want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?

I’m not their hero, but that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t brave. I never walked the party line, but that doesn’t mean that I was never afraid. I’m not your hero, but that doesn’t mean...