Half past twelve. The time has quickly passed since nine when I first turned up the lamp and sat down here. I’ve been sitting without reading, without speaking. With whom ought I to speak, so utterly alone within this house? The apparition of my youthful … Continue reading Half past
where have you been ?
like a thousand wounds |
ideal World | I think of an ideal world, amazingly peaceful and romantic. This is what happens when I listen to Joe. And then I wake up again. Take care, dear friends. Thank you for your likes and comments. https://streamable.com/mrrf5
