Colaje semnate Irina și Silviu Szekely

[aerial dialogue on reflective fragmentation]

And somewhere from the dim ages of history the truth dawned upon Europe that the morrow would obliterate the plans of today.
― Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk

[fragments of the being who has disappeared trying to restore a soul]

Ne me demandez pas qui je suis et ne me dites pas de rester le même…
— Michel Foucault

Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One hundred years of solitude

[for whoever is lonely there is a room with upside down chairs and dusty tables surrounded by books]

One day perhaps, we will all achieve serenity and will not understand so much because we will have understood everything.
— Italo Calvino, The Path to the Spiders’ Nests

The ideal or the dream would be to arrive at a language that heals as much as it separates.
— Susan Sontag, Against Interpretation

[in the folds without house, the revealed centre of the Same erases the living on the outside]

Colaje semnate Irina și Silviu Szekely

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they’re watching their whole word fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let’s have a philosophical conversation.
― Anton Chekhov, The Three Sisters

And you wait, you wait for that one thing
that will infinitely enlarge your life;
the gigantic, the stupendous,
the awakening of stones,
depths turned round toward you.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Memory” translated by Edward Snow