The artist reconstructs the world to his plan. - Albert Camus

It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm — this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the "why" arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement.

I would rather live my life as if there is a god and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.

When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.