He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t stop. He wants to savour everything. And he jumps, superficially, over things. Don’t be selfish. What a disgrace. Shut your mouth, your teeth are showing. He became small, small… and now he is an expert at pleasing everyone. Taking advantage of the benefits, of course. A nimble harlequin. Look at him, jumping from here to there, dodging, in this way, stopping for a moment and observing everything around him. He’s happy in the fantasy. He dances because he no longer remembers who he is. Nobody remembers. Now he’s just trying to get people to look at him. He can do no more. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t stop. Getting people to look at him, even if offering a poor image, frees him from the torturous tyranny of insignificance.
