A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession, and I must bear witness. When I see things clearly, I have only one thing to say. It is in this life of poverty, among these vain or humble people, that I have most certainly touched what I feel is the true meaning of life. Works of art will never provide this and and is not everything for me. Let it at least be a means.
― Albert Camus
Can little flowers grow like upside-down crowns right below my eyes? I’d water them with my virgo tears.
I am astonished, as I draw the veil off things with words, how much, how infinitely more than I can say, I have observed.
We float, we float…