I want to live faster, faster, faster!... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?


The Journal of a Young Artist (1919)


I want to live faster, faster, faster!... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

I want to live faster, faster, faster!... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

I want to live faster, faster, faster!... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

I want to live faster, faster, faster!... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?