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.



06

Cuadros, recuerdos y desnudos.

Muelas y papillas.

Siete días de marzo.

51,20.

16.02-20.03.09

Pictures, memories and nudes.

Molars and purees.

Seven days in march.

150.

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