reading: Every Man for Himself and God Against All by Werner Herzog 📚

I looked around, and there was the jungle, manifesting the same seething hatred, wrathful and steaming, while the river flowed by in majestic indifference and sconful condescension, ignoring everything, the plight of man, the burden of dreams, and the torments of time. **

** this is originally from Conquest of the Useless, but I don’t own that book.