Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.


The Museum of Innocence (ed. 2011)


Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.