Where's your will to be weird?

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

Love cannot save you from your own fate.