Journal de L. Quotes

“Then he wrapped his arms around me and we swam under the ocean blue sky of men and birds reborn”
― Christophe Tison, Journal de L. :

“I sometimes wonder if I exist”
― Christophe Tison, Journal de L. :

“And yet a stream of semen flows through the streets as we make our way down them, his penis hanging there constantly between his thighs, enormous and vulgar, my vagina is blood red and my mouth smells like sperm... but they see nothing. They are blind. Or else we are invisible.”
― Christophe Tison, Journal de L. :