The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.
- Vaclav Havel – Letters to Olga (1988), p. 237
Soulful writing about humans and places
The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.
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