Most of the time, I can’t explain myself, i.e. giving to my thoughts, my ideas or my feelings a form that is understandable to others. It’s not about having problems with verbal communication. I can every well explain existing information, cause it’s merely rephrasing. But it’s not the same as creating something out of nothing.
I dislike publicity of any sort. Publicity is about bringing into light, and for this, there needs to be a certain fixation of the thing. When something is fixed, it ceases to be alive.
For me, life lies in the boggy, the obscure, the unnamed, undefinable and unknown about. Life is becoming alive : it is before given an objective reality of being. I am not, I am always becoming.