No. 7: January 1969

On my old days

Despite your certainty that you are still young, you must not be so young anymore, since two of your dearest friends are already dead and a third is dying …


It was like those Flaubert letters: “We have buried Jules …” (or is it Edmond?).


Who were those two dead friends? Wasn’t one of them Claude? Régis?

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