The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength
tomorrow,
to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much
too long,
where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running
around,
those projects that come to nothing,
those attempts to escape from crushing necessity,
which always founder and serve only to convince you one more
time that destiny is implacable,
that every night will find you down and out,
crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure
tomorrows.
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the
Night
