Ineffable I thought I were until I acquired "nothing", "zip", "nihil" and the like, in every possibly interpretable and uninterpretable sense.
Beyond description was my auto-biography until I learned that in an instance of time, whether alive or not, I can be lesser than one of my facial hair follicles that I claim to own but cannot control neither in terms of location nor of orientation.
NON SVM QVALIS ERAM and it is vain to ever define one of my selves or a snapshot of my continuum. Vainer it is when my complex compartments are functionally superior to my existence. I feel nothing more than a supplier to aimlessly functional organisms with limitations and expiration dates that I cannot even read.
In this infinitely minute self-portrait I say nothing about no one in not more than a minute.
Avec le temps tout s'en va...Leo Ferre's self-portrait does my protrait justice equally.
