"...I get up. I move through this pale light. I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me. I yawn. I light the lamp on the table: perhaps its light will be able to combat the light of day."
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Genève
All my fantasies about my upcoming summer distilled in a single photograph:
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