“It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

“Comfort comes first with these clients”. 1930

I find me, leave me, go towards me, come from me, nothing ever but me, a particle of me, retrieved, lost, gone astray, I’m all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they, all of them, those that merge, those that part, those that never meet, and nothing else, yes, something else, that I’m something quite different, a quite different thing, a wordless thing in an empty place, a hard shut dry cold black place, where nothing stirs, nothing speaks, and that I listen, and that I seek, like a caged beast born of caged beasts born of caged beasts born of caged beasts...

- Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable, 1953

Willem de Kooning, Black Untitled, 1948

Let There Be Light, Wynn Bullock, 1951

Vivian Maier, Chicago, 1954

Vilém Heckel, Brno, 1956

Thierry Mugler, Helmut Newton, 1998

Once, death was much in demand, / you hid in me.

— Paul Celan

Evil is without ‘why’ because its raison d'être is to proclaim that everything which exists has no meaning, obeys no order, pursues no aim, depends only on the power it can exercise to impose its will on the objects of its appetite.

- André Green