Who I am ...

“I insist on knowing the names, on being interested only in books left ajar, like doors; I will not go looking for keys…. I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call; where everything hanging from the ceiling and on the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets, where who I am will sooner or later appear etched by a diamond.”

(André Breton, Nadja. Trans. Richard Howard)