Larry Clark. Tulsa, 1963-71. Sometimes I think nothing makes sense. On a tiny planet, running to nowhere for millions of years, born in the midst of pain, we grow, we fight, we suffer, we suffer, cry, die, die, and others are born to restart the useless comedy. Ernesto sabato. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related By sunless2014 I am an painter/curator based in London, my work is influenced by the Cubism and Mannerism. View all of sunless2014's posts.