Sunday night and the memory of a feeling.
This is to 2012 what Njósnavélin was to 2007.
This is to 2012 what Njósnavélin was to 2007.
Thoughts so benign, they must be scribbled to make the world look like itself again
Thoughts, views, verdicts and theories that I won’t say, feel or think aloud. But I will certainly write here.