“Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”
― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Hamburg, Germany, Herbert List, 1930

Marcel Proust’s bedroom at 44 rue Hamelin, with pages and drafts of "A la recherche du temps perdu" covering the walls

Brutalism in Britain

Scott Radke, Hands

“Is not our love of our neighbor really just a lust for new possessions? And likewise our love of knowledge, truth and anything new? Gradually we become tired of the old, of what we safely possess, and stretch out our hands again. Possessions are generally diminished by possession, or our pleasure in trying to change ourselves into something new again and again. To tire of some possession is to tire of ourselves.”

—The Gay Science, §14 (edited excerpt).