Sublime

Reading the work of others, writing down your own thoughts and feelings: The two are joined.

That formidable head is where my mother houses all her conscious memories. A complex stellar skein spun from infancy to old age. The images are manifold, encompassing her ancestors and her descendants. We all constellate in that brain of hers and we endure, shining on, because she sustains us. At her age, the exercise of memory is hard work. Summon

Si j’étais parfaitement sûr que personne ne me reconnaîtrait, qui sait ? je pourrais franchir le pas ! On se lasse toujours du même plat… Tu sais, Josef, pour chaque belle femme sur cette terre, il y a aussi un pauvre type qui en a marre de se la farcir ! »

I’m in love. Nobody loves me. I’m in love. Nobody loves me.