Book: The diving bell and the butterfly

Everything was in place except me. I was away.

The suit becomes less oppressive, and the mind can now flutter like a butterfly.

From this picture - you can tell almost living - exuded great tenderness, separated by grief and the focus of the heart's affection I feel each time you visit my friends.

Today it seems to me that my existence was a chain of such small failures. Irregular, the result of which are known in advance, but not able to win.