Kathe Kollwitz, Kopf eines Kindes in den Händen der Mutter
‘Absurd is that which is devoid of purpose […] Cut off from his religious, metaphysical, and transcendental roots, man is lost; all his actions become senseless, absurd, useless.’
—Martin Esslin, The Theatre of the Absurd
(Source: whitepaperquotes)
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
from Worstward Ho by Samuel Beckett
On a park bench while sketching
- Little Boy: What song is that?
- Me: The Book of Love by the Magnetic Fields.
- Little Boy: I like it.
- Me: Do you?
- Little Boy: A bit. (After awhile) But it's very sad.
- Me: Yes it is. Is that why you don't like it a lot?
- Little Boy: Yeah. It's too sad... Do you like it?
- Me: I do.
- Little Boy: A lot?
- Me: You could say that.
- Little Boy: Why do you like sad things?
- Me: You know, I actually don't know.
- Little Boy: You must be very sad. (When I don't answer) Don't be sad. I like your drawing. More than the song.
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
from Paradise Lost by John Milton
Lonely and Tired
But I guess that’s how I’m going to feel for the rest of my life.
Getting there. In every sense of the word.
