Wn. F. Haber. Nuit du chat à New-Orleans. 1974

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my jo
For auld lang syne
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

“Last year nothing happened
The year before nothing happened
And the year before that nothing
happened.”
― Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun

Ernst Haas, New York, 1968,

Sergei Vasiliev, Russian criminal Tattoos Series

Abandoned hotel, North Korea, 1987

“The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.”
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born

“Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.”

Albert Camus [7th November 1913 - 4th January 1960]

Milano

Ernst Haas, A Car drives down a Desert Road in Twilight, USA, 1967