Jean-Dominique Bauby

Once I was a master of recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.

Since the demarcation [paralysis] runs across my mouth, I can only half-smile, which fairly faithfully reflects my ups and downs.

Does the cosmos contain keys for opening up my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking. I'll be off now.

Damage

It takes a remarkably short time to withdraw from the world. I traveled until I arrived to the life of my own. What really makes us is beyond grasping. It's way beyond knowing. We give into love because its given us some sense of what is unknowable. Nothing else matters, not in the end.