Le lourd palais (1935), Yves Tanguy
Dear Polly,
I am starving. I am fucking famished. My stomach is growling because I have so much desire.
I am very fucking hungry, and life is giving me crumbs.
I am not hungry just to be hungry, I am hungry because I have been fucking working. I’ve gone above and beyond for my master’s program, taking part in prestigious …


