“At that moment I felt that I had my whole life in front of me and I thought, “It’s a damned lie.” It was worth nothing because it was finished . . . I wanted to tell myself, this is a beautiful life. But I couldn’t pass judgment on it; it was only a sketch; I had spent my time counterfeiting eternity, I had understood nothing. I missed nothing: there were so many things I could have missed, the taste of manzanilla or the baths I took in summer in a little creek near Cadiz; but death had disenchanted everything.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, The Wall
A face gazing at you from the past. I took this photo at the Musée Fragonard d’Alfort in France. The body was prepared by Honoré Fragonard, a French anatomist who was eventually labeled a madman for the creation of his écorchés (flayed figures).
Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2015