Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain, That could hold you dear lady from going insane (Bob Dylan, Tombstone Blues)
25 januari 2018
“gangen in een huis waar je doorheen dwaalt, schimmen van haar jurkje dat om de hoek verdwijnt, het bodemloos kil verschieten van haar kleur, het roepen van het kind dat haar niet bereikt“
foto’s 2012, 2014, 2017
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