We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. And even when we fuck we’re alone. Alone with your chair, alone with your life that’s like a tunnel that is impossible to share. And the older we get, the more alone we are, in face of the few memories of a life that slowly crumbles. A life is like a tunnel. And each of us has his own little tunnel. Though at the end of the tunnel, there’s not even a light. There’s nothing. Even your memory rots towards the end. Old people know this very well. A little life, your little savings, a little pension, and then a little grave. And all of it is worthless. Absolutely worthless.”
Seul Contre Tous













