
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."
I remain an enigma, inscrutable to all who would seek to unravel my true nature. Indeed, I don many masks, playing diverse roles upon the world's stage. Yet, there exists one secret, known only to myself: the portrait sequestered in the attic, a reflection of my true self, hidden from prying eyes.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
What is worth dying for?
What is good enough to live for?
The will to live keeps us from imminent, as the wish to die keeps us alive.

Indulge in temptation's sweet allure yet resist its fatal enticement.
Indulge in temptation's sweet allure yet resist its fatal enticement.
Society may write a book about me. Then, they will deem its content Immoral.

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
In the dimly lit alleys of society, we all dwell in shadows, yet some souls yearn for celestial beauty. Like stars piercing through darkness, their dreams illuminate the gutter we inhabit. My own heart beats with this longing – to rise above corruption and decay, and shine with eternal radiance, like the portrait that haunts my every step.

New hope to live life to it’s fullest in one’s Life.
Live a Gilded Life.
“When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as any one who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink”.
Oscar



Picture of the dead.
Hey there young one. Art thou asleep and dreaming?
“What is a youth? Impetuous fire. A rose will bloom. It then will fade. So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid. Comes a time when one sweet smile.
Has its season for awhile. The world wags on. Caper the caper.
Death will come soon to hush us along.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall.
A rose will bloom, it then will fade. So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.”
Nino Rota

Spirit Photography, a trend that is unsettling.
“Spirit Photography a Fallacy.”
W. Mumler's most famous image, showing Mary T. Lincoln with the ghost of her late husband, Abraham Lincoln.