Nietzsche in Casablanca

Friedrich Nietzsche broke off his academic career to dedicate himself to philosophy. While his thoughts wandered over the edges of human reason, the philosopher's body wandered through Central and South Europe, before it lost its sanity.

As far as is known, he never visited Casablanca. But that cannot prevent to imagine Nietzsche's room there, where he spent the last days of his life. The oranges he ate. The tea he drank. The dust he collected. His final notes, that were remarkably clear.

“Here, amidst the dust of forgotten time and the ceaseless hum of life outside, I am both exile and philosopher. Truth is never at home; it forever wanders.”

“Even in the twilight of existence, the smallest joys — a sip of tea, the taste of an orange — remind us that life affirms itself, always.”

“The desert does not pity or mourn—it is eternal, indifferent. Perhaps here, I have become what I am.”

“In the dim light, I see the shadow of myself—not as I am, but as I might have been.”