Things happened in life, and you felt them, but it was all in your mind, the colors, the fear and the anxiety. People surrounded you and houses did, and towns, but what you saw was not so important as what you felt. Life was one thing after another, a brief insanity, a series of inexplicable transitions that seemed at the time sensible but at second sight ridiculous, a succession of unconnected incidents, accidental relationships.
John Dufresne, Deep in the Shade of Paradise
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| Danny Lyon, 1966 véspera de ano novo no metro de Nova Iorque |
