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Thursday 15 November 2012

Existential Noir


        He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate ; to marry, to give up the game, to drag his death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked. No one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no good or evil unless he thought them into being.

Jean Paul Sartre

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Moments- Lartigue
reblogged from Hobnob-Noir

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