Paris sinks a few inches a year (Venice too), I don't know where it's going. Where is anything going? Where this bus? This bird? This cloud? Where do we think we're going?...I know that some of us think we're aiming at Paradise. Do we organize societies for an after-world? And what of those for whom Paradise never made sense? I have this tranquil belief that we're going nowhere, there is here, always here.

Etel Adnan, Paris, When It’s Naked

I don’t like the idea of “understanding” a film. I don’t believe that rational understanding is an essential element in the reception of any work of art. Either a film has something to say to you or it hasn’t. If you are moved by it, you don’t need it explained to you. If not, no explanation can make you moved by it.

Frederico Fellinii

“You are with me once more, Autumn my friend!”

— Anna Akhmatova, from The Seventh Book in You Will Hear Thunder

Werner Wilhelm Schuch - Der reitende Tod über dem Schlachtfeld