The World Began Without Man,

I Hate Travelling And Explorers

How Can My Old Photographs Fail To Create In Me A Feeling Of Emptiness And Sorrow? They Make Me Acutely Aware That This Second Deprivation Will Be Final This Time.

I Am The Place In Which Something Has Occurred.

Objects Are What Matter. Only They Carry The Evidence That Throughout The Centuries Something Really Happened Among Human Beings.

There Is Today A Frightful Disappearance Of Living Species, Be They Plants Or Animals. And It's Clear That The Density Of Human Beings Has Become So Great, If I Can Say So, That They Have Begun To Poison Themselves. And The World In Which I Am Finishing My Existence Is No Longer A World That I Like.