#1030 on a summer night
You might have thought that evening had come, but it was the storm darkening the sky.
—Marguerite Duras,10:30 on a Summer Night
The rain was light but it covered the empty rooftops, and the town disappeared. You couldn’t see anything any more. There remained only the memory of a dream of loneliness.
–Marguerite Duras,10:30 on a Summer Night
tr. Anne Borchardt
