I
regret not only the things I have or have not done, but all the things I have thought of doing or not doing. I am
filled with the rightious feelings of, "I have not done this that you speak of,
I am pure." I am filled with
pain that my
wonder has been crushed for the good of
people I will never meet. I am
nothing without my wonder. I no longer want to learn and now my
mind has died because of it, and I can't rise from those
ashes.
Persona poem: Alphonse Capone
Fidelio, Febuary 14, 1929