everything changes

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better. But better can sometimes mean worse, if you’re a woman, if you live on this continent, hit upon unhappily by the Spaniards, inopportunely populated by Asians gone astray. Roberto Bolaño, page 29 «Amulet» That’s what I thought, shut up in the women’s bathroom on the fourthfloor of the faculty of Philosophy and Literature in September 1968. I thought about those Asians […]