Status Updates From La notte di Lisbona

Do you know the distress, the loneliness, the fear, the flight towards some heat, a voice, a body – then waking up in a wretched room in a foreign country, as if fallen from the earth, and then the dreary gratitude to hear another breath next to you – but what is that against the compulsive fantasy that drinks the blood and lets one wake up in the morning with the stale taste that one has abused oneself?

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