He is sitting on the back seat of a car, somewhere in France. It’s a bright blue day, absurdly...
It was raining in Harlem. I was standing on the corner of Amsterdam Avenue and 162nd Street, my coat...
A spectre haunted the Lützow-Ufer – the spectre of Dadaism. It hung from the ceiling and peered down from the...
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