From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Edvard Munch

“There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.”

Pics by Suzanne Emmanuelsson

“Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself;

that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth.”
Jean-Paul Sartre

"As Irene came down the stairs from her lover's apartment, again that pointless fear suddenly overwhelmed her."

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