Lebbeus Woods (Epilogue)
I know only moments and lifetimes that are as moments, and forms that appear with infinite strength. Then ‚melt into air‘.
Paul Eluard (1920)
We see everything, we love nothing. We’re indifferent. We’re dead but we’re not rotting because we never have the same heart in our breast, nor the same brain in our head. And we suck everything around us, we do nothing.
Francis Picabia (1920):
One dies as a hero, one as an idiot, which is the same thing.
The only word which is not ephemeral is the word death.