Beatrice Hitchman, Petite Mort

Durand smiles. There is nothing behind the smile except perhaps another smile, repeating ad infinitum into the distance.’Of course,’ he says.

Beatrice Hitchman, Petite Mort

Durand smiles. There is nothing behind the smile except perhaps another smile, repeating ad infinitum into the distance.’Of course,’ he says.

Beatrice Hitchman, Petite Mort

Durand smiles. There is nothing behind the smile except perhaps another smile, repeating ad infinitum into the distance.’Of course,’ he says.