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.



000 Mañana

El final no existe, nunca se produce, simplemente se llega o se deja el viaje sin resolver.














There is no the end, never be, just only we arrive or just we leave the journey as question.

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