I pass through tragedy, and imitate a crucifix. Religion never helped the man who thought he was not God, but I must be, because what else is left to me?
Raskolnikoff had half my sense of guilt
Oskar Matzerath was the bigger person
Josef K knew more about his world than I
Stanley Kowalski had less demons in his mind
This hopelessness, and this great sense of pain. This anger, this that soon will come again: the frenzied inertia and the apathetic zeal, this all must make me God.
If only of that which is not real