THE BOOKS I WRITE: THE BLACK BOOK

I write some books sometimes. They are catalogs of the days lived. They are diaries but they contain no exact dates, and the memory plays its own games. The Black Book came around during one summer and the early autumn, it was probably the year 2002.

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