I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.


Under a Glass Bell (1948)


I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.