les deserts de l'amour,

The moment you possess anything, the world takes on another aspect. In any case, from that moment, you belong to the minority, and all who have nothing, or who have less than you, become your deadly enemies. From that moment you must be continually on your guard. There is always something to keep you on the alert. As long as you have nothing, you are the slave of an empty belly and of any who can fill it. But when you have anything, you are the slave of your possessions.

—B Traven, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (via notsoterriblymisanthropic)