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.



05

Llegar con la puesta de sol,

beber

esperar.

09.02.01/15

Meet again with the sunset

drink and wait.

Talk about nonsenses.

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