there's a thin man inside every fat man - George Orwell
woensdag 25 augustus 2010
Artiestenleven
"There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile. We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until exhausted, we fell into bed. We lay in each other's arms, still awkward but happy, exchanging breathless kisses into sleep."
Uit: Patti Smith, Just Kids, Bloomsbury, New York, 2010.
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