"What's your greatest ambition in life?" "To become immortal, and then die."

Mathieu drinks sangria in the park.

A collection of poetry written for SingPoWriMo2016, during the month of April. At the dusk of life only memories are retained. But which kind? Those that overflow, penetrate the recesses of pain and consciousness every waking moment, in excess? Or those that lie?

'Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.' - Alain Badiou

'Movement shall henceforth be enabled by way of an oscillation between positions, with diametrically opposed ideas operating like the pulsating polarities of a colossal electric machine, propelling the world into action. [...] We must go forth and oscillate' - The Metamodernist Manifesto

'How can I say "I love you", if I know the love is you? The word "love" either as a verb or as a noun would be destroyed in front of you.' - Jacques Derrida.

'Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.' - Oscar Wilde.

'Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.' - Albert Camus.

'One cannot change, that is to say become a different person, while continuing to acquiesce to the feelings of the person one has ceased to be.' - Marcel Proust.

'Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.' - Marcel Proust.

Life is but ruin after ruin.

Don't be snatched away from my kind grasp. For I am eternal, and so are you; because my love for you is time, and that your time equates everlasting beauty.

Exist.

Something poignant.