Days [ ) Chance | Luis Buñuel, 1982

Luis Buñuel in Calanda, Spain

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“All my life I’ve been harassed by questions:
Why is something this way and not another?
How do you account for that?
This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal.
If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept
the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort
of happiness that comes with innocence.”

Luis Bunuel, My Last Breath, 1982