The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children, in other words we never stop clinging to life because we are life.

– Roberto Bolaño – 2666

Ph : Yiorgos Mavropoulos

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

– Roberto Bolaño – 2666

Ph : Ruslan Lobanov