”Le baiser de l’hôtel de ville” (The Kiss) by Robert Doisneau
She could fade and wither, I didn’t care.
Breakfast with John Lennon. By Klaus Voormann.
One very late night into the early morning hours after everyone else had gone, we were having breakfast when suddenly John fell face first into his plate, fast asleep while still holding his burning cigarette! Eventually when the cigarette burned down to his fingers, John awoke, sat up, and continued on as if nothing had happened! -klaus-voormann
Un homme qui dort (1974)
'I don't know how long I sat in silence for but I felt my heart beat in my ears'
Automatic writings part of a study into the stream of consciousness. I have no memory of writing this and my hand writing is hardly recognisable.