(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.
— Julio Cortázar
Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.
— Julio Cortázar
Around the Day in Eighty Worlds
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved