3 Works in Dagon (2001)
31 Jul 2017
‘Do you see what I mean, doctor?’
An incredulous murmur, not so much to me as about me, was all the response I merited. I sat, fidgeting awkwardly, trying to look anywhere but straight ahead into the eyes of the man was looking back and forth, with intense suspicion, between my face and the photograph I had brought along with me.
‘So you’re saying this picture was taken less than a year ago?’
I nodded glumly.
Things to come in Imboca.
It gets cold in Imboca.