A Fog That Rains

'Summers were spent in a fog that rains. They were mirages, no different from those that camelback riders approach in the factual accounts of voyages in which I persistently imagined myself, and those mirages on the highway were for me both impalpable souvenirs and unstable evidence of my own adventures, now slightly less vicarious than before [...] I had claimed the radio nights for my own. There were more storytellers than there were stories, so that everyone in the family had a version of history and it was impossible to get close to the original, or to know "what really happened".'

                                                                                                       L. H.

‍DEATH BECOMES HER (AMOR FATI EDIT)

LANGER AND LANGER (AMOR FATI CUT)

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