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
