Chapter Twenty-Four ~ Gone Again
Nadja commence à regarder autour d’elle. Elle est certaine que sous nos pieds passé un souterrain…
(Nadja, André Breton)
“It’s a story, Al, based on when I was a student, long time ago. When I wanted to be an artist. I’m sure Mum’s told you all these stories.”
He stopped at that, waiting for me to let him off having to say any more. So I looked at him like he looks at my bookshelf. So he had to carry on.
“I could see a hill from my bedsit, my little flat. I’d look at that hill, and the bowlers on the bowling green up there, and I’d make up stories about them. I could just about make out the figures but I had to invent what they were doing. It’s not about anything that happened to me. I was confused when I got back from my travels. I was still sorting o
