"So one must be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and ...
The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start r...
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