It’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. …Then I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment for my stupid little life. we used to be happy
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.