Category Archives: Magellan’s Wife: Vincent in the Whole Wide World (1990~onward)

Helena would say only that the gentleman in question was “an old friend; a very old and dear friend.” “Very old, or a friend for a very long time?” said Mary. “Yes,” said Helena inscrutably, continuing, “and a widower.” Lisa … Continue reading →

Must I go on living here then, among the objects we both had touched, in the air she had breathed? In the name of what? In the hope of her return? I hoped for nothing. And yet I lived in … Continue reading →