Somebody inside of me has always tried, with all his strength, to be nobody.”

— Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

Donata Wenders ph. | Sunday Afternoon, Los Angeles, 2010

Ruin your life

It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory

And how much better to die in all the happy period of undisillusioned youth, to go out in a blaze of light, than to have your body worn out and old and illusions shattered.
Ernest Hemingway - Letter to his family (18 October 1918)

Alternate poster for The Usual Suspects

16 Years of Alcohol, Richard Jobson, 2003

“More than sky, warmth, humanity,
more than dark sorrow, the poet.
Pointless discussing the eternal,
or anything that simply isn’t.”

— Boris Ryzhy, How the Granite is Covered in Ice

The Usual Suspects, 1995.

Don't bother with churches, government buildings or city squares, if you want to know about a culture, spend a night in its bars

Ernest Hemingway

Black angel on white snow,
reduced a hundredfold by a gloomy magician.
Death is sorrowful, but to live, I cannot.
In the bleak park no one is about.
In the bleak park there is always silence,
and a pine tree — like a stranger — stands.
Lean up against it, partake of the wine,
that lies — by the heart — in the pocket.
I made to recollect; but
at first it humiliated and then it killed.
It's overly cold in this light coat.
The angel beats its black wings.
— Fly to your heaven, my dear,
and recount, as if god were still alive:
it's still, he says, winter, still peaceful,
just some fool being lonely.

Boris Ryzhy - Black angel on white snow

And why did you say
That things shall fall
And fall and fall and fall
And fall apart?

Ain't nothing on, Tania Franco Klein

Several Circles

Wassily Kandinsky

1926