"The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.
Oh, the pain of it, thought Lee, thinking about his children, oh! the exquisite pain of unrequited love. The only authentic wound, the sweet curse they inflict on you, the revenge of heterosexuality.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Oh, the pain of it, thought Lee, thinking about his children, oh! the exquisite pain of unrequited l...
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