Writing late becomes usual, we are always too late. Boris was my alter ego and I was his alter ego. Now that he is no longer here, I can be honest.
Black Waters
The Five Obstructions
Clouds
Army of Lovers or Revolt of the Perverts
Brise-glace : Bateau givre
The Way to My Father’s Village
Sermons and Sacred Pictures
Dreams of Ice
Alan Bennett's Diaries
Song 5