Marco

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Perhaps the only remaining attitude is one of
waiting. By committing oneself to waiting, one neither blocks one's path
toward faith (like those who defiantly affirm the void) nor besieges this
faith (like those whose yearning is so strong, it makes them lose all
restraint). One waits, and one's waiting is a hesitant openness, albeit of a
sort that is difficult to explain.”
― Siegfried Kracauer, The Mass Ornament: Weimar Essays

“We must rid ourselves of the delusion that it is the major events which have the most decisive influence on us. We are much more deeply and continuously influenced by the tiny catastrophes that make up daily life.”
― Siegfried Kracauer, The Mass Ornament: Weimar Essays

“Only prisoners have time to read, and if you want to engage in a twenty-year long research project funded by the state, you will have to kill someone.”
― Mark Fisher