Plays for children (reprise)

As the end approaches ... there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words. Words, words, words taken out of place and mutilated, words from other men - those were the alms left him by the hours and the centuries. [- J. L. Borges]


(I photographed this gentleman playing bass, for children, in a public square in Prague in 2007. This is a photograph of reflections in the glass from the framed photo in my house. No it's not Topol.)