The Purdzilla Show

Photo by Rupert Britton on Unsplash When all's said and done, the idea of the uniqueness of the individual is nothing more than pompous absurdity. We remember our lives, Schopenhauer wrote somewhere, a little better than a novel we once read. Michel Houellebecq (in Platform )

 

Photo by Arno Senoner on Unsplash The past is always beautiful. So, for that matter, is the future. Only the present hurts, and we carry it around like an abscess of suffering, our companion between two infinities of happiness and peace. Michel Houellebecq (in Submission )

Photo by  Anna Dziubinska  on  Unsplash It is in our relations with other people that we gain a sense of ourselves; it's that, pretty much, that makes relations with other people unbearable. Michel Houellebecq

Photo by  Alexandre Chambon  on  Unsplash From the twenty-seventh floor, the view was extraordinary. The imposing mass of the Marriott Hotel rose up on the left like a chalk cliff, striated by horizontal black lines: rows of windows half-hidden behind balconies. The sun, at its zenith, harshly emphasised planes and ridges. Directly ahead, reflections multiplied themselves into affinity on a complex structure of cones and pyramids of bluish glass.  On the horizon, the colossal concrete cubes of the Grand Plaza President were stacked on top of one another   like the levels of a step pyramid. On the right, above the green, shimmering space of Lumphini Park, you could make out, like an ochre citadel, the angular towers of the Dusit Thani. The sky was a pure blue. Michel Houellebecq (from Platform )

Photo by  Ryan Graybill  on  Unsplash Life without anything to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life and that can lead you to take risks. Michel Houellebecq