id spend the rest of my days writing things that no one will understand at all ; things that scream hapax on every page , or whatever im writing on when im screaming at that particular moment and i will go on this way , until the end of my days , and all my work will stay buried until , perhaps , one day , it will be uncovered again by some other species , maybe , or by aliens , or a better version of humanity and they will at long last understand how much and how deeply i love the world .