Just killing time before it kills me

But of course! Finally the reason for my perpetual inner tension and restlessness revealed itself. It was in front of me the whole time but I didn’t recognize it because of the expected and yet completely wrong assumption that important questions go hand in hand with elaborate answers. For many years I was trying to figure out the world, to understand its logic. Now I realize I was looking for an answer that didn’t exist to begin with. There were moments when I thought my search for the ultimate solution was over and each time I didn’t have to wait long before life proved me wrong. Because I was trying to find logic where was none.

Sure enough, I can choose to think about many other things that everyday life provides but the truth is: everyday life details are deadly boring.

Which I can’t say about the exhibition of Venetian carnival masks I went to see yesterday. I must agree with a friend that some of them look quite creepy (must be the empty eyeholes) but very beautiful nevertheless: