This is a museum of closedforsafety.
“Don’t be afraid, my darling. Luckily, life still loves me enough to never abandon me, and the fact that I even complain about it and revolt against this boredom that is winning me over and this desert where I am struggling is proof of this. What would I have to ask her if I didn’t feel her value in me, her echo near or far? And then… those who are born alive, die alive and I even wonder to what extent life does not go beyond their existence… but where am I going? Forgive me, my love; I am going astray. I just wanted to assure you of something that you never doubted; even at the moments when I feel the deadest soul, a thousand embers are there that fizzle in silence and that all the ice in the world would not reach. These thousand embers, I reserve them all for you. They are waiting for you, as well as the ashes - alas.”— Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 2, 1950 [#165]
