No. 93: October 1971

The snowplow

I have a date with Z. at the Deux-Magots.

It’s snowing.

The snow turns to ice.

Someone brings a snowplow. It emerges from the snow like a submarine’s periscope emerging from the sea.

Details about how the snowplow works.

Another (is it really another?) snowplow flips over.


Z. pays seven and a half francs for our breakfast.

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