Sleep is a strange city. Even the terror there, the Embarrasments - being naked in a supermarket, end a smeared with shit - have a healing, purgative effect. When they lift, we are grateful for reality, terminal though be. - John Updike, 'Song of Myself'
Bas Verbogt (1923-2008), ter nagedachtenis
Er zijn van die momenten van vroeger die zich anders gedragen dan herinneringen.