I entered the town and it didn’t smell like sea and it didn’t smell like oranges and I couldn’t recognize camellias because there was neither white flash nor the white perfume – it was night and people were passing by, carrying brown paper-bags, new bread for the new night,...
… and now it is late, certainly past two, a few hours more and there will be enough light… I found exactly the right place, where the pavement seems thin and worn… A few more hours and I’ll find it… perhaps I’ll find it… pink quartz maybe, jasper with...