I’d always worried about being practically empty, about having no serious reason for living. And now, confronted with the facts, I was sure of my individual nullity. In that environment, I seem to have disintegrated, I felt very close to nonexistence. I discovered that with no one to speak to me of familiar things, there was nothing to stop me from sinking into irresistible boredom, a terrifying, sickly sweet torpor. Nauseating.

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, from Journey to the End of the Night

A soldier in Vietnam shotgunning cannabis from the barrel of a gun

I know not what tomorrow will bring.

Pessoa's last words, written shortly before his death (1935)

Baudelaire taught me that life is the ecstasy of worms in the sun, and happiness the dance of worms.

Yakuza Justice: Erotic Code of Honor.

Bill Evans

Ornella Muti photographed by Giancarlo Botti, Paris, 1979.