art would be useless if the world were perfect.
Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.
As long as the camera flash is bright enough, it covers the dullness of whoever it catches. Breathtaking black and white scenes that make us feel color without seeing it, suits and tailored dresses as dark as the feeling of being so alone amidst a group of people searching for the same thing. A way to mend the excruciating loneliness. Loneliness, even in the most crowded, glamorous places, among the decadence of Rome.
Don't you ever stop asking?
No. I never stop.
But you're not getting an answer.
A beautiful exploration of how dreadful the end of our existence is, and what it means to exist — to experience puzzling things such as fear, belief and love — in the first place.