12 June 2026
I will die in Paris, in a rainstorm, on a day I already remember. I will die in Paris, and I will not step aside, perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn.
Black Stone Lying on a White Stone
12 June 2026
I will die in Paris, in a rainstorm, on a day I already remember. I will die in Paris, and I will not step aside, perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn.
Black Stone Lying on a White Stone