If a pornstar questions their existence is that an xxxistential crisis?
-Well? Shall we go?
-Yes, let’s go.
[They do not move.]
Strange feeling that someone is looking at me. I am clear, then dim, then gone, then dim again, then clear again, and so on, back and forth, in and out of someone’s eye.— Samuel Beckett, Happy Days (via robcam-wfu)