Featured image (above): After the Opera. vol. 3.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problem or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall a sleep your eyes close.”
Below: After the Opera. vol. 2.
“Tell me I’m the only one.”