We are all born mad. Some remain so.
"To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something."
"But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
(here we go again...it'll be clearer tomotrrow...)
"We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals."
(oh no!!...do we also lose our colour?...please not the colour...the rest i can do without...)
all quotes and title by "you know who"...
inspired by carina...
- Nikon COOLPIX S570