Vincent's Yellow

a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.

Saint Paul, at Saint Remy

I went to the asylum today, where you stayed for a year. I sat in the space of the reaper, between your bedroom window and the asylum wall. My name means reaper, I am the reaper of your harvest. I saw the low mountains with my own eyes, the Alpilles, and they really are shaped […]

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