Finder of lost things.
When shall we meet again? When will the earthy taste of your lips come again to brush the anxiety of my mind? Will all our sensations remain forever intellectual, and will not our dreams succeed in igniting one soul whose feeling will help us to die? What is this death in which we are forever alone, in which love does not show us the way?
|—||Antonin Artaud, Art and Death. (via fuckyeahexistentialism)|
Stolen Kisses (1968)
Directed by François Truffaut