For people like me, the face just says that we die alone.

“They wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortuna…”

“And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me …”

“Je sais bien qu’on ne peut se passer de dominer ou d’être servi. Chaque homme a…”

“[Many artists], even the greatest ones, are not sure of their own existence. So…”