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.



023 Paseo

Día de verano, era domingo, el final de la mañana.
Ir y venir.
Momentos que no se repiten.
Solo tiempo

Summer, sunday, so noon.
Go and come.
Unique time.
Without pass.

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