Blog: deux petites vagues pour me noyer
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nyctaeus: Brendan George Ko, ‘Reminiscence’, 2008-2010 “And now I see what the glass door is. It is the door of a coffin-mine. Not a coffin, a sarcophagus. I am in an enormous vault, dead, and they are paying their last respects.” (Pirsig,