The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.
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The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.
“I have never thought about the audience… It seems to me that when I write something, I cast myself as a witness to what I’m doing. And I try to feel, to experience the emotions — both my own, in making the thing, and the spectator’s, in viewing what I’ve made.”
Robert Bresson