PASAJE #6
Someone else arrived and continued. The city was very quiet that night. Nobody knew anyone, but they were all writing the same thing. Maybe loneliness was something like that. By morning the text was a little longer.
PASAJE #6
Someone else arrived and continued. The city was very quiet that night. Nobody knew anyone, but they were all writing the same thing. Maybe loneliness was something like that. By morning the text was a little longer.