Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.


Cindy Sherman (ed. 2003)


Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.