Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel,
Despising pain,
So thou may’st gain
Some honour, or some golden gravel:
But Death the while (to fill his number)
With sudden call
Takes thee from all,
To prove thy days but dream and slumber.
“Problem: to make what you see be seen, through the intermediary of a machine that does not see it as you see it.”
Robert Bresson
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