finally they tumble

My mother spoke wit me at great length (...). She spoke of herself, of her childhood, her adolescence, her life as a married woman (...), the harshness of the jobs they had worked in. She had so much to tell me that her words tumbled out rapidly in an endless stream.

- Retruning to Reims, Didier Eribon (2009)

Photo: Vienna, October 2023. Art Work: Femme Maison (Woman House) by Louise Bourgeois (2001).