He is turning the earth: it’s hard. His shirt sticks to his body and he has a bitter taste on his tongue. It has to be done: too bad. Day after day: too bad. Desire nothing. What comes, the occasion: eat, drink, sleep, there is a day gone; sleep, drink, eat, that makes another day. And the days will pile up behind us like the pages of a book, while the thickness of those left to live keeps diminishing.
Adam et Ève, 1932
Caption
Corona typewriter, 1930s
Musées de Pully, photograph: Mathieu Bernard-Reymond