The Fleece Sleeps | episode 3 | I had a classmate
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
Lost sight
Mourning and disappearances
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
Suzanne's dead. We watched over Suzanne's body in the cold and darkness of the room of the "reanimation" service of the Oncopole of Toulouse.
I am thinking this morning of André Lazare, of his beautiful wife Patricia, of some of the members of the small team he had gathered around him.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
A livable world. In the experiment, I am my own guinea pig. You are free to choose a similar place. All are possible.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.