Luis Buñuel. (№ 464157)

I am sad about one thing: I will not know what will happen in our world after me, because I leave it in a state of flux, as if in the middle of reading a novel, the sequel of which has not yet been published. It seems to me that before people did not experience such curiosity about what would happen after their death, in any case, it was not so strong. After all, the world was changing so slowly.