On my gravestone, I want it to say, ‘I told you I was sick.’
On my gravestone, I want it to say, ‘I told you I was sick.’
“We were driving along the shore of a large ornamental lake, an ellipse of glassy water that reflected the nearby mountains and reminded me of Lake Geneva with its old League of Nations headquarters, another attempt to blueprint a kingdom of saints.”
J. G. Ballard | Super-Cannes