First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know, that someday you're gonna die. It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything.
the voyeur peeks into bourgeoisie life... seeing beneath the surface, twisted faces, oppression, to and fro... withdraws, and ends up with beauty resting upon corners of the eyes. how come there is beauty? so much that it makes your heart cave in.