The last boar from the forests of Pontentra. Rubin D.I.

Mallarma claimed that the world exists to enter the book.

For me, love is yesterday, today and tomorrow - material for the future book. And not only my love, and not only love, but everything in general, what happens to me and the world around me. My soul and body, my loved ones and not close, my enemies, my universe, in short, my only life yesterday, today and tomorrow is material for the future book.

“The artist does not have a personal life... All his research is only a screen, behind it is only everything - a person who suffers unbearable from the fact that there is no place for tenderness in the world”

This was written by the English writer Lawrence Darrell in his novel "Juustine."

I have nothing to add to this.

d. Rubin