What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?
“If the dream ever played out completely, all the people in my life would show up in one room or another in unimaginable combinations. Even the dead would carry on a second life in the onyx-and-ormolu dusk of the cocktail lounge, regaling each other with posthumous adventures.”
Gary Indiana | “Borrowed Times”