Prochtenie (2019)

There was no one inside him, nothing but a trace of chill, a dream dreamt by no one else behind the face that looks like no other face (even in the bad paintings of the period) and the abundant, whimsical, impassioned words. He had become instinctively adept at pretending to be somebody, so that no one would suspect he was in fact nobody. No one was as many men as thi... Read all