seems like everyone i’ve ever been in love with has been a bergman lover, some of them fixating on films which shd maybe have pressed the panic button WELL in advance… on the other hand joan tate, who wz the first (i wz maybe 5 when i fell for her), and who translated his autobiography, is who set me on the course of wantin to be a writer so hurrah
anyway IB (1918-2007) :(