Maxioms by Enrique Vila-matas
When it grows dark, we always need someone. This thought, the product of anxiety, only comes to me in the read more
When it grows dark, we always need someone. This thought, the product of anxiety, only comes to me in the evenings, just when I'm about to end my writerly explorations.
I long to journey endlessly, always in search of something new. Always alert.
I long to journey endlessly, always in search of something new. Always alert.