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.



39 San Esteban de Gormaz 1994

La piedad que asciende a los cielos, la iconografía que no existe más allá de la imaginación, el encuentro de una imagen fundacional para una estética perdida. Dos años después el mundo se colapsa.

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