Your superiors will decide when you deserve to breathe, cunt.
“Life begins on the other side of despair.”
- Jean-Paul Sartre
There was something about fireworks which absolutely fascinated Hugo. I think what pleased him most about them was their impermanence. I remember his holding forth to me once about what an honest thing a firework was. It was so patently just an ephemeral spurt of beauty of which in a moment nothing more was left. “That’s what all art is really,” said Hugo, “only we don’t like to admit it. Leonardo understood this. He deliberately made the Last Supper perishable.”
-Iris Murdoch, Under the Net
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