Time had gone, and my memory did not exist, and I was unable to distinguish between what I had invented and what I had known, and I knew that what I had invented was all false.
Doris Lessing in The Golden Notebook.



04

Tiempo de crisis.

Cae la nieve.

Esperando algún no-lugar.

8-31.01.09

Música: Adagio after Celtic, Max Bruch

The snow fall.

Waiting any noplace.

Blow wind, come wrack.

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