The film has to be incredibly bad to make me want to pack up and leave.
The film has to be incredibly bad to make me want to pack up and leave.
“There will come a day when no more poets will be born. The city, in our fearsome urbanized future, will impede their birth. And so, the government will keep the ones still made ill ‘by beauty and by the past’ in gardens, like greenhouses, on the rooftops of skyscrapers, without demanding anything of them — much the way we now provide for the insane — leaving these geniuses free in their cages believing the lie that they might yet prettify the landscape of the apocalypse with their brilliance.”
Viscount Emilio Lascano Tegui | On Elegance While Sleeping