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.



0013 Nostalgia

Como cuando el pasado es humo que no se puede encontrar. Y el poeta con los versos va y viene.

Nostalghia, Andrei Tarkovski, 1983

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