When wine runs low, it is not worth the sparing;
The worst and least doth to the bottom dive:
Wrong not thy leisure, years vouchsafe, in daring:
But sometimes look into thy grave, alive.
“Because the outside world is fragmented, consciousness must also be so, and this way it looses the overall coherence which it had a hundred and fifty years ago, and at the same time this consciousness is constantly changing, constantly struggling against itself, forever creating new images — Sartre called it ‘freedom.’”
Alain Robbe-Grillet