Last night when we were talking about pure cinema, and I called for a transvaluation of all values, and you said that light was the absence of light — we weren’t communicating then, were we? It was just jargon, wasn’t it? Just noise?
“Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.”