Existence is a condemnation without name and without redemption; there’s nothing to be done against it. And perhaps it is only hope - our need to catch our breath, as if from the sharp pain of a wound - that allows us to imagine a state outside of existence; a nothingness. My God, perhaps everything exists, has existed and will exist in eternity. There is nothing we can do against life but live it, just as there is nothing to do in a closed, suffocating, smoke-filled room but go on smoking.

Tommaso Landolfi, Rien Va.

I think this captures the spirit of The Turin Horse.

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