Goya’s “Two Old People Eating Soup”
Issue #14
Fall 1978
It was gray. There was no gruel for hours, years. All around me drone of a dead world. Dry cold rocks in my bed, rocks of hours, years. The skin sank to the skeleton and stuck, dry. Then the stream...
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