I have no ambitions nor desires. To be a poet is not my ambition,. It’s simply my way of being alone. Alberto Caerio.
Daido Moriyama. On the Bed 1. Tokyo, Japan 1969.
My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. Fernando Pessoa